Chapter 59 The Gathering Storm

• The air had grown thick with an unsettling tension as they made their way deeper into the Abyss, each step laden with the weight of what had come before and what was yet to come. The fourth Waystone pulsed faintly in Meher’s hand, its glow a steady, yet fragile beacon in the oppressive darkness that surrounded them.
• Despite their victory over the wraiths and the successful claiming of the Waystone, the Abyss wasn’t finished with them. It had merely retreated, waiting, patient, calculating. And they all knew that time was running out. The final Waystone was out there—hidden somewhere in the labyrinth of this ancient and twisted world—and they had to find it before the Abyss could fully rise.
• Ayaan’s voice broke through the heavy silence. "We need to move quickly. The longer we stay in these depths, the stronger the Abyss becomes."