War XXII

The darkness spread across the forgotten lands like a living tide, consuming everything in its path. The Abyssal Lords, ancient entities that had slumbered for millennia, stirred within the void. Their awakening sent shockwaves through the Immortal Realm, a disturbance so potent that even those far removed from the conflict felt its ominous weight.

Back at Sanctum Delta, Aiden stood on the observation deck, his golden aura barely visible beneath the starlit sky. His Spirit Sense extended again, pushing the limits of his perception. He couldn't shake the growing tension building in his chest.

"Still searching?" Myne asked as she approached, her voice soft yet edged with concern. She stopped beside him, arms crossed. "You've been standing here for hours."

Aiden didn't turn to face her. "I can feel it, Myne. Something's wrong—something big. It's like the world's holding its breath, waiting for the storm to hit."