Liam found himself lost in the abyss.
Darkness surrounded him, thick and suffocating like an ocean of ink, stretching endlessly in all directions. A black mist curled and twisted around him, moving like a living entity, shifting and reshaping with an unnatural flow. He was floating—no, he was running. His feet pounded against nothing, yet he could feel himself moving forward, driven by an urgent, desperate instinct.
Something was behind him.
He could feel it.
A presence, vast and consuming, closing in on him with every passing second. The air around him crackled with energy, flickering arcs of lightning illuminating the void with sharp flashes of light. Each time the lightning struck, it briefly revealed the tunnel of emptiness he was trapped in—an endless passage of swirling shadows and fractured space.
