This was it—the oldest, most terrifying, and most mysterious abyssal zone in the entire Dungeon. A place where a thick, ominous cloud of dark magic hung in the air year-round, constantly radiating waves of pure darkness.
So intense was the power here that many of the Dungeon's most formidable beings came to this place to meditate, to absorb its energy in silence, and to grow stronger.
And now, as The Dark Sovereign and her group arrived, they moved with practiced ease, following a familiar path that led them deeper and deeper into the abyss.
It didn't take long before they reached their destination—a vast underground canyon, riddled with rivers of molten lava and surrounded by erupting volcanic craters.
Here, the dark magic was so dense it practically oozed from the walls.
Anyone with even slightly weaker strength?
They'd be crushed by the pressure alone—mind shattered, body broken.
Shhhk.
