As the group continued their journey through the Black Mountains, the atmosphere grew even more oppressive. The mist had receded, but the shadows that clung to the jagged rocks seemed darker, more sinister. The path wound ever upward, twisting and turning as it led them closer to the Abyss.
Aria felt the weight of the darkness pressing down on her, an invisible force that seemed to seep into her very soul. The encounter with the Shadowbeast had shaken her more than she cared to admit. The thought of what other creatures might be lurking in these mountains sent shivers down her spine.
Damien remained vigilant, his eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. He hadn’t spoken much since the battle, his focus entirely on their mission. Aria knew he was worried—about her, about the curse, about the unknown horrors that awaited them. But there was a resolve in him that she admired, a determination to see this through no matter the cost.