The world around Kaito twisted as if reality itself were bending in response to the overwhelming energy that surged between him and the Watcher.
The Abyss had a grip on everything here, and even as Kaito pushed forward, the weight of its influence pressed down on him like the crushing pressure of the deep sea.
Shadows slithered along the edges of his vision, whispering thoughts that were not his own. They scraped at his sanity, clawed at his resolve, but he pressed on.
His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, every step forward feeling like a battle against an unstoppable force.
The air grew heavier with every breath, filled with the stench of rot and the metallic tang of something far older than death.
Kaito stood tall, despite the burning exhaustion that gnawed at his limbs. His sword crackled with volatile energy, its light a flickering beacon in the vast, oppressive darkness. It hummed with defiance, resisting the Abyss with every flicker of radiant light.
