The elders, along with Velkar Malachor, fought furiously as wave after wave of Abyss Beasts and grotesque humanoid monsters poured out from the gate. The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of clashing steel, the crackling of spells, and the thick stench of blood.
The oppressive Abyss Mana swirled around them like a storm, dark and dense, birthing even more twisted creatures from the depths of the Abyss Hole.
Velkar moved with the precision and lethal efficiency of an eight-star cultivator, his face a mask of fury tempered by cold calculation.
His blade tore through the Abyss Beasts, each swing sharp and deliberate, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake.
But behind his composed exterior, his mind was in turmoil, thoughts consumed by a gnawing fear for his son, Vesperin. The last he knew, his son had ventured into the Abyss Hole, but now with the unexpected surge of power from the gate, something was wrong.
