The Abyss Beckons

Liria braced herself and charged into the oncoming storm.

The vortex of black fire surged forward, a seething wall of annihilation that devoured everything in its path. It roared like a living thing, ancient and insatiable, and every instinct in Liria's body screamed at her to flee. But she couldn't—not now, not here.

Her boots pounded against the cracked stone floor, her breath sharp and ragged as she sprinted straight into the abyssal maelstrom. The flames licked at her armor, searing through layers of enchantment and biting into her skin. Pain flared hot and immediate, but she gritted her teeth and pressed on.

[This is insane,] the system hissed. [Even for you.]

"Just keep me alive long enough to regret it," she shot back, her voice barely audible over the deafening roar.