A deafening roar shook the Abyss as Kaito and Nyra pushed their way forward, each step a defiance of will against the devouring darkness.
They were swimming through an ocean of shadows, and each wave strained to pull them down, to drown them in the ever-present void. Yet they held fast to each other. Together, their resolve burned more brightly than the darkest night.
The space around them seemed to ripple and fold in on itself, bending out of place abnormally, as if the fabric of reality itself was being manipulated and stretched.
Kaito's sword glowed in his hand, a sharp relief from the oppressive darkness of the Abyss. At every step, it seemed to feel heavier, as if it sensed the closeness of its origin. But he never faltered.
Nyra by his side, calm and assured, gave him strength. Even in the face of such a gigantic opposing army, they were never alone.
