"Aaaaaaah--------!"
...
Natalia felt herself being transported—a faint tug at her navel, a brief wave of dizziness, and then her feet touched down on a cold, uneven floor. She opened her eyes to find a dark corridor before her, its walls woven from bones, covered in moss and glistening with damp streaks beneath the faint light filtering down from somewhere above.
Abyssus had brought her here.
Natalia raised a hand to touch the red coral necklace around her neck, the vessel that contained the power of the god she worshipped. She was not afraid. She had been blessed, and with Abussus's protection, nothing could stop her from completing her mission. The master of this dungeon—the one who had nurtured evil and greed in the darkness—would have to kneel before the deity of the ocean.
Yet the moment she stepped inside, she could feel vibrations pulsing beneath her feet, steady and powerful, like the heartbeat of some colossal monster.
Natalia shuddered, but she did not stop.
