The journey stretched on for weeks, long and exhausting, yet strangely uneventful compared to the chaos they had left behind, the army moving in disciplined formations across plains, forests, and broken terrain without encountering any significant resistance, as though the world itself had gone quiet in anticipation of what was to come. The vanguard led by Lucas remained sharp and alert throughout, never letting their guard down despite the lack of opposition, while the main force followed steadily behind, protecting the wounded and maintaining cohesion, and with each passing day, a cautious sense of progress began to settle among the soldiers, because for once, nothing was trying to kill them.
Then they arrived.
Or rather, they arrived at where the Abyss was supposed to be.
