Aiden barely had time to react before the abyssal fire surged toward him, a roaring tide of darkness that threatened to consume everything in its path. He slammed his sword into the ground, releasing a burst of golden energy to form a protective barrier around himself and his team. The flames clashed against the radiant shield, writhing like living entities as they struggled to break through.
Rick, breathing heavily, wiped blood from his forehead. "That's not normal Abyssal energy. It's... alive."
Dren clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Whatever it is, we can't just sit here and wait for it to kill us."
Aiden knew they needed to act fast. The abyssal fire wasn't just an attack—it was corrupting the battlefield itself, warping reality and turning the ground into a twisted, blackened wasteland. If they hesitated too long, they'd be fighting on Varian's terms.