The trio had been on the move for about three days now, cutting through the desolate Lower Abyss of Thal with steady, unhurried steps.
During this time, they saw nothing but darkness and death.
No matter how far any of them stretched their mana sense, the result was the same—endless black emptiness broken only by the occasional ruined building, cracked street, or withered husk of what might once have been a tree.
The silence was absolute, oppressive, the kind that pressed against the ears and made every footfall echo unnaturally loud on the broken pavement. There was no wind, no distant sound of battle, no flicker of life anywhere—just the weight of a place that had long since forgotten what it meant to breathe.
Ash, however, could see the target.
Well, it was the only structure that wasn't beaten down into total ruin.
