C8 Whispers in the Abyss

The air in Velmont’s ruined plaza felt thick and heavy. It stank of bitter ash. Beneath Eveline’s worn boots, the very stones seemed to hum with a low, constant vibration. It was the sound of the Abyss itself, a deep, unsettling noise that never stopped. Eveline held tightly to Cassian. He trembled violently against her side. His warmth was the only comfort in this place of cold emptiness