The Terror of Abyssal Warden

Abyssal Warden stood before us, a towering figure of darkness and malice. His ethereal form shifted like a living shadow, and his piercing blue eyes glowed with an eerie light. He radiated an overwhelming sense of dread, making even the most courageous among us hesitate.

The battlefield was already littered with fallen students—many from Class A and B had succumbed to the relentless mental assault of the Warden. Their minds were shattered, their bodies trembling, and their spirits completely broken. Some lay unconscious, their faces contorted in horror, while others screamed in agony, trapped in the endless torment of their worst nightmares.

The professors quickly intervened, gathering the wounded and preparing to transport them to the Holy Church of the Central Kingdom, where the Saint could heal even the most severe mental afflictions.

I took a deep breath, pushing down the rising fury inside me. I turned to the professors.