Victor's senses were razor-sharp as he stood amidst the dense, ominous forest. The air was oppressive, a thick miasma of Abyssal corruption that seemed to sap the light from the surroundings. The figure before him was Lyra's brother, or at least, what was left of him. His body was a twisted amalgamation of human and monstrous traits—pulsing black veins spread across his skin, his eyes glowed a sinister red, and jagged claws extended from his fingers.
Victor's grip tightened on his blade. The weapon, gleaming faintly under the waning light, was enchanted but far from sufficient to counter the level of corruption radiating from this creature. His mind raced, analyzing every detail of the enemy's movements.
"Lyra, I'm only going to say this once. Get back. Now," Victor ordered, his voice calm but firm.
Lyra hesitated, her eyes darting between Victor and the monstrosity before them. "Victor... he's my brother. There has to be a way to save him!"
