The dull rumble of reality tearing apart still echoed against the rocky walls of the basalt plain. In front of the two people, the gaping portal of the Abyss was spitting torrents of black and viscous mana, an energy so dense that it seemed to want to smother the light itself. Aeshma showed no hesitation. Her silhouette slid toward the opening with grace. She disappeared into the veil of darkness.
Lucifer advanced after her, his hair whipping the air heavy with ashes. His eyes were fixed on the horizon of nothingness that awaited him. As he prepared to cross the threshold, a hand shot out from the shadow to firmly grab his arm.
Lucifer froze instantly. He turned his head to meet the wary gaze of Konstantin. The immortal sorcerer stood there, his sickly smile stretching his features marked by a millennial madness.
