Whispers of the Abyss

The Ashes of Rebellion

The once-proud rebel camp was now nothing but smoldering ruins. The scent of burnt wood and flesh lingered in the air.

Tara lay amidst the corpses, her vision blurred, her body screaming in agony.

She tried to push herself up, but her limbs refused to obey.

The flames had spared her.

No.

He had spared her.

The thought made her blood boil.

Shree Yan had looked down on her. Spared her not out of mercy—but out of sheer disdain.

I will kill you.

She clenched her fists, ignoring the pain, searing her fury into her soul.

A Shadow in the Dark

From the depths of the burning ruins, a figure emerged.

Tattered robes. Hollow eyes. A presence that made the very air grow heavy.

Tara's breath hitched as the figure knelt beside her.

"You desire vengeance."

The voice was neither male nor female. It was ancient—a whisper that slithered into her mind like a serpent.

Tara swallowed. "Who… are you?"

The figure reached out, fingers tracing a sigil onto her forehead.

Darkness surged through her veins.

Pain. Cold. A void consuming her soul.

She gasped, but the voice remained steady.

"I am Bhairav."

The name sent a shiver down her spine. The Spirit of the Abyss.

A legend. A nightmare.

"You seek to kill the Immortal King?" Bhairav whispered. "Then let me show you the path."

Tara's heart pounded. Every part of her screamed to refuse—to turn away from this cursed entity.

But then she saw them—the bodies of her people. The ruins of her home.

And she whispered back—

"Show me."