The faint light of dawn greeted the group when they emerged from the ruins of the Archives. What had once been a grand structure now lay in shambles as a testament to the battle that had just transpired within its walls. Smoke was still in the air, the acrid smell lingering as the Abyss would not release its grip so easily.
Ryu sheathed Voidfang, its glow waning as he exhaled deeply. His body hurt from the strain of channeling the shard's overwhelming energy, and each step felt heavier than the last.
Aris spoke up first, his voice laced with nervous energy. "Is anyone else still feeling like the shadows are watching them?
Draven grunted, adjusting the straps of his battle-worn armor. "They're gone for now, but something tells me they'll be back. The Abyss doesn't let go that easily."
