The chamber seemed to shift and breathe as the rift expanded, spilling tendrils of dark energy that twisted and coiled through the air. The figure that emerged from its depths stood motionless, shrouded in an aura of cold menace. Though it lacked distinct features, its presence was overwhelming, radiating raw, unrelenting power that pressed against the group like a tangible force.
Kaelith stepped forward, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dim light as she pointed her blade at the shadowy figure. "Whatever you are, you're not leaving here," she said, her voice steady despite the tension in her stance.
The figure tilted its head, as though considering her words. When it spoke, its voice was a chilling amalgam of whispers, each word dripping with malice. "You presume to challenge the Abyss? Mortals… so fragile, so fleeting. You cannot hope to withstand eternity."
