Losing Control Part 2

Every time he had been angry before, there had always been something lurking at the edges of his mind—a dark whisper clawing at his thoughts, feeding his fury, pushing him further. He had always felt on the verge of something, an unbearable pressure building inside him, just waiting to break free.

Now, he understood.

It wasn't just rage.

It was the Abyss itself, coursing through his veins—pure, raw, and untamed. A power so vast, so overwhelming, that it threatened to consume him whole.

It was intoxicating.

And terrifying.

A sharp voice cut through the heavy silence.

"Riven."

Nyx stood beside him, her expression unreadable, but her stance was tense—too tense. Her obsidian eyes, usually laced with amusement or sharp calculation, held something dangerously close to concern. She had seen him battle, seen him wield abyssal flames with terrifying precision.

But this?

This was something else.