The monitoring device hummed, its message was clear and ominous: "Abyss Core imminent. Sovereign's source gathers. Unity is your strength."
The words were a grim warning of the battles ahead, but their resolve burned brighter, an ember that refused to be extinguished.
Dawn broke over the crevice, the shadows seemed silent but heavy with threat. As they packed their camp, a shadow flickered among the rocks—the cloaked figure and their runes glowed briefly before they vanished into the underground.
Kelvin's breath caught, the sighting a chilling echo of Veyra and Torin's escape. "They are still watching us," he said, his weapon was ready, fire runes glowed. "We will face them at the Abyss Core."
The Tide's Crest pressed on, their bodies were battered but their spirits were unbroken, their unity was a flame that had shattered the Veilheart's rift and uncovered Veyra's final plan.
