Alex watched in slow motion as Varyn's scythes descended toward his neck.
From Varyn's own vision, he could see the blades closing in, their sharp edges glinting with abyssal energy.
If they struck, it would be over.
His journey, his fight, his life, everything would end here.
Time seemed to stretch, each millisecond dragging on as Alex's mind raced.
Was this how it would all end?
Would he die here, in the depths of the Abyss, because he had been tricked by Morgathis and exiled to this nightmarish realm?
Under normal circumstances, Alex would never have dared to enter the Abyss, let alone challenge its god within his own domain.
It was suicide, plain and simple.
But for a brief moment, Alex had been confident.
He had believed in his abilities, in the power of the [Threads of Fate], in the strength of his will.
He had thought it would be enough.
He had failed to account for one crucial detail.
