"You said… 'Abyssal Damnation'," Damon said, his voice low. "What does that mean?"
The man gave a bitter chuckle, though it was devoid of humor. His violet eyes dimmed, and he sat down near the altar's edge, resting the blackened saber against his shoulder. "A fate worse than a siege. Worse than annihilation."
The woman remained standing, her prismatic robes shimmering like light passing through cracked glass.
She looked toward the horizon, where what remained of the Broken Sky Expanse stretched into spirals of gravity-locked terrain and warped time-pockets.
"Abyssal Damnation is what happens when the Abyss chooses not to destroy something," she said softly, "But to consume it… slowly."
