The second layer of the Abyss, Vigil's Point.
"Gray," Makareth muttered, his voice a low growl against the unnatural silence. "Nothing but gray."
He, Orion, and Delilah stood on the battlements, their eyes fixed on the colorless void that had swallowed the horizon. With the Unhallowed refusing to show themselves, the thought of rest—or doing anything else, for that matter—was impossible.
"Get your people on high alert," Orion said, his gaze never wavering from the oppressive emptiness. "Leonidas made contact. It's only a matter of time before they hit our territory."
When the Graying had descended, Makareth had consolidated all his forces, his people, and his resources at Vigil's Point. With Orion's mirrored avatar present, it was the only true safe zone in this sector of the Abyss.
"They're ready," Makareth replied. "I don't need to check on them. The old guard, the ones who've seen this before… they won't so much as blink."
