Abyssal Realm

Leo and Tatiana stood before the gaping maw of the Abyssal Rift, a massive tear in the fabric of reality.

It shimmered like a living wound, its surface an unsettling mixture of deep black and bleeding crimson, swirling in a chaotic dance that pulsated with unnatural energy.

Even from a distance, Leo could feel the oppressive force rolling off it, an almost tangible wave that sent a shiver down his spine. The energy clawed at his skin, a creeping, corrosive sensation that made his instincts scream at him to turn back.

His gaze drifted to the landscape surrounding the rift. The land was dead—no, beyond dead. It was erased.

The ground was cracked and barren, drained of any essence of life. No grass, no trees, not even the stubborn weeds that usually managed to thrive in the most desolate places. Even the air felt suffocating, as though the very concept of existence had been stripped away.