THE RECKONING OF THE ABYSS
The abyss breathed around them. Every breath of Lykos and Aria felt as though it were inhaling and exhaling with the heartbeat of the world itself. The molten silver and shadow twisted violently, writhing like serpents, pulsating with energy that made their teeth chatter and hearts pound.
Before them, the true form of the abyss had emerged—an impossible, ever-shifting mass of molten silver and shadow, eyes glowing like molten suns, tendrils writhing, coiling, and lashing outward with sentient precision. Its voice rolled through their minds like thunder and ice combined:
“Alpha… mate… you have survived the trials of the Moon Well… yet here you stand… at the heart of creation and destruction. Your bond… your love… is but a spark against the eternal darkness. Wil
