Through the Shattered Abyss
Ridge’s silver energy flared like a beacon against the suffocating darkness, but the void beneath him yawned wider, deeper, hungrier than anything he had ever faced. The Curse Keeper’s roar still echoed around him, a sound that seemed to twist the very threads of reality, pulling at his mind, testing his sanity. Aria was gone—swallowed by the darkness, consumed by the abyss.
He gritted his teeth, claws sparking against the void, silver eyes blazing. “I will not let you take her! Not now! Not ever!” His wolf instincts flared violently, muscles coiling, fur bristling. He felt every heartbeat, every ounce of fear, every surge of determination collide in a single purpose: to reclaim Aria, to survive the abyss, and to destroy the Curse Keeper once and for all.
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