Chapter 9: The Abyss Beckons
Darren leaned against the cold, obsidian wall, his body trembling from the strain of the battle. The Warden's demise had left a lingering darkness in the chamber, the air still thick with Abyssal energy. His mind was a chaotic mess, the corruption gnawing at him more fiercely now.[Corruption Level: 11%]Every time he used the power, the number climbed. How much longer could he maintain control? His instincts screamed at him to stop using it, but this dungeon—this cursed Abyssal Labyrinth—offered no mercy.He pushed himself to his feet. He couldn't stay here. The Labyrinth wasn't finished with him, and he wasn't finished with it. He had to move forward, deeper into its depths, and find the source of this power. That was the only way to free himself from the Abyss's growing grip.As he moved forward, the walls shifted again, the path before him warping like a living thing. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, and Darren knew the worst was yet to come.