The party rushed down the constricting corridors of the Spire, the whispers barely audible now, still echoing through the air. Though Kaelith had disrupted the nexus point, the crushing presence of the Abyss hung on the walls, like a mist that refuses to clear.
Ryu led the way, Voidfang's dim glow providing just enough light to guide them. The blade felt heavier in his hand, its resonance with the black shard in his possession growing stronger with every step. His mind churned with unease—how much longer could they endure the Abyss's reach?
Draven's voice broke through the tense silence, low and gruff. "I don't like this. The constructs vanished, but it feels like something's still watching us."
Kaelith, walking just behind him, tightened her grip on her staff. "You're not wrong. The Abyss doesn't give up easily. It's testing us, waiting for the right moment to strike."
