The Abyss devours worlds. It is a boundless, insatiable force that consumes entire civilizations, leaving only remnants of what once was. In certain depths, one might stumble upon the echoes of lost worlds, where ancient ruins cling stubbornly to existence, slowly corroding away in the Abyss's gluttonous embrace.
Mana soared through the air, her emerald eyes scanning the decayed structures beneath her. The remnants of an old civilization lay sprawled across the abyssal floor, their once-grand architecture now mere skeletons of stone and steel. Time had not been kind, nor had the Abyss, which seemed to relish the slow decay of its feast.
Below her, a shimmering protective array hummed faintly, shielding a small group from the corrosive influence of the Abyss.
"Which direction are we going?" Mathilda asked, arms crossed as she glanced at their leader.
