The air grew heavy, dense with the weight of battle, as Kaito and Nyra stood side by side, their blades burning with a savage light.
The Abyss, once an ethereal threat, was now in front of them as something far more concrete—far more tangible—than anything they had ever experienced. Its form churned and shifted like some creature born of the void itself, its dark mass impossibly large against the darkened heavens.
The ground around them warped, no longer the virtual world it had disguised itself as. It was alive now.
The ground pulsed like a dying heart, every beat vibrating with the insanity that was stitched into the Abyss's being.
Ruined spires bled darkness, and broken data rained from the heavens like ash. This wasn't a dungeon or system event. This was reckoning.
