Shattered Veils of Oblivion

The oppressive weight of the abyss still haunted Daniel's every thought, a presence that clung to him like a living shackle. As he and Mira pressed onward through the ever-shifting corridors of the Citadel, the silence that enveloped them was no longer the empty void of before—it was charged with a brooding intensity, as if something unseen was watching their every step. The walls pulsed with faint, otherworldly light, and ancient symbols writhed across the stone in a language older than time, their meanings elusive yet potent.

Daniel's fists were clenched tight, his scaled skin tingling with residual energy. Every nerve in his body buzzed with the memory of the abyss's touch—the silent message it had carved into his soul:

You are ready.