The chasm opened its maw beneath them, a cold current rushing upward from its depths and carrying with it the acrid stench of sulfur and decaying things. Liam instinctively pulled Ava closer, his heart throbbing in his chest. The chanting grew louder, echoing through the chamber like some far-off storm—black, rhythmic, and ominous.
What's happening?" Ava's voice quavered, her eyes wide with fear. The small aura that surrounded her pulsed weakly, as if it was a battle to be going against the darkness to seep in from the abyss's direction.
Liam's eyes strayed toward the swirling shadows that cavorted at the edge of the chasm. "I don't know," he said, his stomach churning with fear. "But we have to get out of here.
"No!" Ava's voice cut through his panic. "If we leave now, we might miss so
