The dark sky trembled as the first tremors rumbled beneath Alex's feet. The rift in the sky pulsed again, and distant flashes of lightning lit up the desolate ruins. Every crack in the earth seemed to whisper the impending doom that loomed over them, like the world itself was holding its breath. The ground quivered, and Alex felt it deep in his bones, a cold premonition of what was to come. The abyss was stirring once more, calling out to him, pulling at the very core of his being.Helena stood at his side, her hand tightly gripping her blade, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "We need to move," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "Before whatever's coming finds us."Alex didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on the swirling darkness that threatened to consume everything. The figure the memory had given them little to go on, but one thing was certain: the world had been swallowed by something far worse than demons. They had opened a door to something ancient,

The air was thick with the scent of blood, sulfur, and smoke. The ground beneath Alex’s boots was slick with the remains of the creatures they had slaughtered. The rift had been sealed, but it had come at a cost a cost Alex could feel in his very bones. The abyss was still inside him, a gnawing hunger that threatened to consume everything.Helena stood beside him, her face smeared with dirt and blood, her eyes sharp, watching every movement in the distance. The battle wasn’t over yet. They had closed the rift, but the creatures had not gone quietly into the void. They were scattered, wounded but still deadly, and the hunt was far from over."Stay sharp," Alex muttered, his voice hoarse, as he scanned the desolate area around him. He could feel his hand twitching, itching to summon the abyssal energy inside of him. He kept the urge submerged. Just a little longer. They had a job to do.Helena nodded, the blade gleaming bright in what would soon be the dark light of dying day. "Fine. Do

The battlefield was a slaughterhouse, the air thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and burning flesh. Alex’s heart hammered in his chest as he wiped the blood from his eyes. The abyss was closing in there was no escaping it now. The creatures had multiplied, their numbers seemingly endless. Each death fed the darkness, and it was hungry. No matter how many they killed, more would come. Alex could feel it, deep in his bones the abyss was watching, waiting for its moment to consume them both.Beside him, Helena moved like a shadow, her blade flashing in the chaos. Her expression was unreadable, but Alex could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the toll this endless battle was taking on her. She was a fighter, but even the strongest had limits.Another wave of monsters emerged from the depths, each one more grotesque than the last. These new horrors were hybrids, twisted amalgamations of man and beast, their bodies stitched together from the remains of the fallen. Their eyes glowed with a

The sky above was a sickly hue, like the world itself had been bruised. Thick, oppressive clouds swirled overhead, dark and churning with the remnants of the rift’s chaos. The ground was a war zone, torn and scorched, littered with bodies both human and monstrous. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of death, a grim reminder of the carnage that had unfolded and the war that still loomed ahead.Alex stood at the edge of the battlefield, battered and broken, still living and standing. The abyssal power was ebbing within him, but he could feel it now more than ever, sitting beneath his skin and ready to burst forth once again. His sword felt heavy in his palm, stained from so much blood of so many adversaries. The fire that had once burned so brightly was now dimming, but the memory of it lingered in his every breath.Beside him, Helena wiped the blood from her blade. Her face was unsmiling, but the grim determination in her eyes said enough. She had fought with all her might, cu

Blood-soaked became the battlefield theater. The soil beneath Alex's boots was slicked with blood—thick as oil, soaking deep into the ground and leaving behind dark footprints in his path. The rip above them was pulsing unnatural energy, cracking like a thousand storms brewing inside the heavens. The air was thick with the stench of death, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood, and the screams of the dying were drowned out only by the growls and shrieks of the demonic horde. Alex's heart beat in time with the chaos, each thundering pulse a reminder of what was at stake. He was no longer fighting to survive; he was fighting for the essence of the world itself.Beside him, Helena moved as if she were a blur. Her blade cut in the flickering firelight, and with every strike came a deadly movement. A demon leapt forward at her back, its mouth open wide. But she moved faster. She turned, tearing the creature's side with a fluid motion that would be lethal in one motion. It tumbled to the gr