The entrance to the spire loomed before Daniel and Mira, an archway carved from the same obsidian-like material as the structure itself. Intricate runes etched into its surface glowed faintly, pulsating in sync with the eerie light emanating from within. The air here was thicker, heavier, as if the Abyss itself were alive and aware of their presence.
"This is it," Mira said, her voice barely above a whisper. She rested a hand on the hilt of her sword, her knuckles white with tension. "No turning back now."
Daniel stared into the darkness beyond the archway, his mind racing. The Abyss had thrown everything it had at them so far, yet it felt like all of it had been leading to this moment. He couldn't shake the feeling that whatever lay inside the spire would dwarf the challenges they had faced so far.
