The wind howled through the village, the trees swaying violently as an unnatural chill settled over the land. Victor could feel it—*the Abyss was coming.* He stood at the edge of the village, gazing into the vast expanse of forest that stretched beyond. The threat had been clear for days now, and the time to act was fast approaching.
Elyra floated beside him, her translucent form glowing faintly in the dim light. "You can feel it, can't you? The tension in the air… It's like the world is holding its breath." Her voice was filled with foreboding.
Victor nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "The Abyss is sending everything it has. I can feel the pull of their power, stronger than before. This isn't just an attack—it's a test. They want to see how far they can push me."
"You're right," Elyra said, her tone sharpening. "This is no longer about simply defeating enemies. They're trying to break you, Victor, to tear you down from the inside."
