The Abyssal Stalker

Travelling to Solhaven was dead quiet, a stillness where nerves stood on hairs. Ryu was at the head of the group; Voidfang anchored along his side, scanning the horizon before him. The colors that once flooded the lands of Eternal Nexus grew dim. Plains that once stretched so wild had become nothing more than desolate wastelands. The earth cracked apart in jagged fissures, each crack pulsating with a sickly glow of Abyssal energy.

Even the air was different, heavy and oppressive, as if the Abyss itself was pressing down on them.

Draven walked a few steps ahead, his boots crunching against the brittle ground. "This silence is killing me. If something's out there, I wish it'd just show up already."

Careful what you wish for," Aris muttered, twirling a dagger in her hand. Her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, never staying in one place for too long. "This is the kind of quiet that usually ends with an ambush.