Chapter 68 The AbyssAwakens

　　THIRD PERSON’S POV 　　The sky bled into darkness. 　　It started as a creeping shadow, swallowing the moonlight inch by inch until the world was bathed in an eerie twilight. The stars, once gleaming like distant embers, flickered—one by one—before vanishing altogether. The wind that once rustled the trees now held an unnatural stillness, heavy with something unseen. 　　Something old. 　　Something hungry. 　　Deep within the heart of the Abyssal Order’s stronghold, the ritual neared its peak. 　　A cavern, vast and ancient, stretched beneath the mountain, its walls lined with jagged stone covered in markings older than time itself. The high priests—cloaked figures draped in flowing black robes—stood in a perfect circle, their voices rising and falling in guttural chants that made the very air tremble. Their words were a forgotten language, a prayer to something that had long since been buried in the abyss. 　　At the center of their gathering lay a massive stone altar, darkened by centuries of b