The depths of the abyss

Chapter 147: Veil of the Abyss

The air was thick with an ancient presence, heavier than the weight of the world itself. It hung in the chamber like a curse that had long been forgotten, reawakened by Daniel's own actions. Mira stood beside him, her form tense, every muscle coiled in preparation for whatever was about to emerge from the darkness.

The thing—whatever it was—had fully materialized. Its limbs were grotesque, too many for its shape, and they twisted in a sickening dance as if they belonged to different creatures, all struggling to form a coherent whole. The air crackled as it exhaled, a sound that was almost like a hiss, but too deep, too ancient to be simply a breath.

Daniel's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, but his mind raced faster than his body could react. This was no ordinary foe. This was something that had existed long before he had been born, something that could not be fought with mere strength or skill.