[Location: The Abyss – Layer 1: The Ash Wastes]
[Time: 4 Days Since The Fall]
Night soon came, and using her flame ability, Isabelle started a campfire
The fire wasn't orange rather, it was a deep, bruising purple, crackling silently in the vacuum of the cave.
Damien sat near the flames, chewing on a strip of tough, rubbery meat. It tasted like battery acid and old pennies, Abyss Stalker jerky.
"Eat slowly, Master," Isabelle cautioned, sitting opposite him. She was sharpening her daggers on a piece of obsidian.
"Your stomach is still adjusting."
Damien swallowed the vile lump. He grimaced, but he didn't throw it up.
"I'm keeping it down," Damien muttered. "That's progress."
It had been four days.
Four days of walking through the grey ash. Four days of Isabelle fighting off monsters while Damien cowered behind rocks.
Four days of breathing through the Contract Gem.
But something was changing.
