Trial of the Forgotten Abyss

The night was eerily quiet.

Too quiet.

Liria should have known better than to trust the silence.

[You ready for something fun?]

She groaned the moment she saw the familiar glowing text flash across her vision.

"Define fun because every time you say it, my life expectancy drops."

[Oh, come on. You're going to love this.]

"Unlikely."

[Too bad. Because you're already in.]

Before she could argue, the world lurched.

The castle walls dissolved into black mist, the soft glow of moonlight swallowed by a void so deep it felt like falling. Liria gasped, instinctively reaching for her sword, but there was nothing to grab.

The abyss pulled her under.

And then, just as suddenly she landed.

Hard.

Her knees hit cold stone, the impact rattling through her bones. The air smelled damp, laced with the metallic scent of something ancient, something wrong.

Liria gritted her teeth, steadying herself.