The Abyss Reclaims
The darkness of the abyss pressed against Ridge and Aria like a living weight, suffocating, twisting, and testing the very limits of their endurance. The Curse Keeper’s massive hand had descended with unstoppable force, intent on crushing them both, and Ridge felt every second stretch into an eternity as he and Aria teetered on the edge of annihilation.
Silver and gold energy radiated outward from their entwined hands, a protective cocoon, but even their combined strength barely held back the tendrils of the void. Sparks of light collided violently with the darkness, echoing through the abyss like a thunderstorm trapped in infinite space.
Ridge gritted his teeth, silver eyes blazing. His fur bristled, wolf instincts screaming, heart hammering so fiercely he feared it
