However, they didn't know that shortly after they left, in the depths of the fissure's darkness, two faint red lights slowly lit up, like lurking venomous snakes, silently watching their departing figures. Then, a low, hoarse voice, as if coming from the depths of hell, echoed in the vast chasm:
"The breath of chaos... and... the remnants of the Dragon Soul... interesting... truly... interesting..."
A force colder and eerier than the aura previously emanating from the giant tower began to spread silently like an invisible shadow. The true hunter seemed to have just awakened.
The enormous fissure resembled a hideous scar on the earth, bottomless, with jagged rocks and twisted, broken metal structures on both sides, emitting an energy more potent yet even more chaotic than that of the surface ruins.
The three carefully advanced along the edge of the fissure, each step taken with utmost caution, fearing to disturb the unknown danger lurking in the depths of darkness.
