Depths of Darkness
The deeper we went, the less the world felt real.
The ground beneath us stopped being solid — it rippled like liquid shadow, shifting with every step. The air was heavy, humming faintly with the whispers of lost souls. Around us, twisted monuments rose from the blackness — broken spires, frozen in mid-collapse, like echoes of a forgotten war.
Lucien walked ahead, his power pulsing faintly. Every step he took sent waves of shadow out across the surface, steadying it for me to follow.
“This place…” I whispered. “It feels alive.”
“It is,” he said quietly. “Every part of the Shadowlands is tied to my essence. It shifts with my will — and with my weakness.”
I frowned. “So when Mona invaded—”
“She fed on the cracks,” he finished grimly. “The same cracks I let form when
