Dren wiped sweat from his brow, his breathing ragged. "If we are, I'm putting in my resignation."
Myne, however, remained tense. She scanned the battlefield with narrowed eyes, her senses still on high alert. "Something's off," she muttered. "Varian was strong, but he wasn't the true source of this abyssal corruption."
Aiden turned to her, frowning. "Explain."
She knelt and placed a hand against the cracked ground. A pulse of shadow energy rippled outward, scanning the terrain. A second later, her expression darkened. "This whole area is tainted. The Abyss didn't just send Varian—it's been seeping into this land for a long time. We might have cut off one limb, but the body is still alive."
Rick let out a groan. "Great. So, we're still in the middle of a disaster zone?"
Aiden nodded grimly. "Which means we don't have time to rest."