Abyssal Metamorphosis

Darkness. Pressure. Conflict.

Daniel felt as if he were being torn in two. His very essence strained between who he had been and what the abyss sought to mold him into. It was not a simple physical pain—it was a searing, internal agony that reached into the depths of his soul, reshaping every thought and every fiber of his being.

He had always believed that evolution was a gradual process, a slow honing of one's abilities. But now, in the heart of this trial, the transformation was violent, sudden, and all-consuming. The abyss had offered him power on its terms, but Daniel was determined that he would never be a mindless vessel, a pawn to be shaped by ancient forces. He had will. He had choice.

The shadows around him constricted, twisting with a malevolent intent to finish what they had started. Through the swirling darkness, the entity's voice echoed, deep and omnipresent, reverberating like the distant roar of a primordial storm.