"Come with me." The Shadow Enchanter extended a long finger, swiftly wrapping a chain of information woven from pure darkness around Hilvia's wrist, firmly controlling her.
He stepped towards the rift, each step accompanied by fragments of decrees shattering in the void, as if walking on the edge of data where order and chaos intersect, about to collapse.
Hilvia gritted her teeth, enduring; she closed her eyes, gathering the last of her inner resistance into a flickering blue light, but it was unable to withstand the informational corrosion waves triggered by the deep activation of the fallen divine influence.
Her consciousness gradually blurred; she felt her soul being pierced by countless fine needles, and at the same time, it seemed to be reshaped and rewritten under a blend of ice and fire, an unbearable pain.
As they stepped to the edge of the Abyssal Rift, the dense black mist suddenly erupted, instantly enveloping the two within.
