The abyss shuddered, answering Gin's call. The mist was no longer a passive force—it was alive, sentient, bending reality itself in his favor. Cruzer barely had time to react before the abyssal spire lunged upward, aiming to skewer him mid-air. He twisted, Void Stepping to the side, but Gin had already anticipated the move.
Another spire erupted just as Cruzer reappeared.
Tch—!
Cruzer's instincts screamed. He wrenched his body mid-motion, but the jagged darkness still grazed his side, tearing through his armor and biting into flesh. Pain flared, but he clenched his teeth, refusing to slow down. He couldn't afford it. Not now.
Gin laughed, his voice echoing across the abyssal battlefield. "Still fighting, huh? You know, Cruzer, you really are stubborn." His eyes gleamed. "But I told you—"
The abyss surged.
Cruzer's surroundings twisted, space itself unraveling into a vortex of darkness.
"—You can't win against the abyss."
Abyssal Dominion.
