The night was eerily silent as Victor approached the edge of the forgotten forest. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though unseen hands were dragging him back. The system's soft chime broke the silence, but even it seemed subdued, as if the environment had dulled its usual liveliness.
*"Caution: You are entering an Abyssal Zone. High levels of Corrupt Energy detected. Protective measures are recommended."*
Victor paused to readjust his satchel, making sure his Lumina Moss supply was within easy reach. He had grown accustomed to the system's warnings by now, but something about this zone felt different—more oppressive, more alive.
"This place gives me the creeps," he muttered, gripping his carving knife tightly.
The forest path ended abruptly, giving way to an open chasm. A faint, pulsating light emanated from below, illuminating the jagged walls. Carvings adorned the rocks, each depicting strange scenes of feasts and chaos.
