Walking back to Solhaven felt like a heavy burden to their silence. They trudged forward as a collective, slow and measured footsteps that crossed the tainted soil. Even though they conquered the ruins, the influence of the Abyss clung to their very essence like an oppressive shadow.
It was Kaelith who finally spoke, her voice quiet, yet firm. "We broke one anchor, though. The Abyss is on multiple tethers, though.
Ryu looked at her, the shard in his pocket thrumming faintly against his hip. "How many more of these anchors do you think there are?
Kaelith hesitated, her sharp blue eyes scanning the horizon. "It's hard to say. The Abyss spreads like a disease—cut one part away, and it finds another place to take root. But the obelisks are key. Destroy enough of them, and we might cripple its hold on this world."
Draven snorted, axe slung over his shoulder. "Key or not, it won't go down without a fight. That thing back there wasn't even the worst of it."
