The Abyss received no one.
It swallowed.
And yet, there were those who chose to descend.
Sapphire walked as if that place had no right to resist her presence, her firm steps echoing across a surface that wasn't exactly ground, but wasn't empty either. The 80th floor stretched before her like a living distortion of reality, layers of darkness compressed into impossible structures, with fragments of rock suspended in the air and rivers of purple energy flowing like open veins of something that shouldn't exist. The pressure there was constant, invisible, crushing for any ordinary being—but in her there was no effort, no tension. Only… movement.
She stopped for a brief moment.
She breathed.
And then she let out a low sigh, laden with slight frustration.
