Chapter 31 — Return to the Abyss
The rift spat them out into a nightmare of fire and stone.
They landed on a jagged obsidian cliff overlooking a vast volcanic landscape. Rivers of molten lava snaked through black rock valleys. Ash fell like dark snow from a blood-red sky. In the distance, towering spires of demonic strongholds rose like broken crowns, their surfaces carved with glowing runes that pulsed with abyssal power.
This was the fractured Abyssal Courts — the shattered homeland Cairis had been exiled from.
Liora stood at the edge of the cliff, wind whipping her hair as violet shadows curled instinctively around her body. The bite marks on her neck still throbbed with dark heat, a constant reminder of their binding. She felt different here — stronger, more alive. The merged power inside her responded to the raw essence of this realm like a missing piece finally clicking into place.
