The faint whispers lingered there, threading the silence like ghostly tendrils. Each step the group took felt heavy as if the air itself resisted progress. The shattered mirrors lining the chamber walls shivered faintly, casting bent reflections that contorted reality at every flicker.
Kaelith stood at the center of the group, her sharp blue eyes scanning their surroundings. One hand rested lightly on her staff, glyphs glowing faintly along its length. "These fractures are unstable," she said. "The Abyss might not be able to send another creature through yet, but it will adapt. It always does.
Ryu turned his eyes to the largest mirror, its surface still rippling faintly from the creature's emergence. His grip on Voidfang remained tight, the blade humming softly at his side. "Then we move quickly. We're not staying long enough for it to get another chance.
