Chapter 67 The Abyssal Warden

• The Warden of the Abyss was a towering monstrosity, its form a grotesque amalgamation of shadow and bone. Its eyes glowed like embers, and its claws scraped against the stone, sending sparks into the air. The mist swirled around it, alive with its malevolent energy.
• “It’s not just guarding the Rift,” Sena said, her voice low but firm. “It *is* the Rift.”
• The Warden let out a guttural roar that echoed through the canyon, shaking the very bridges they stood on. The group barely had time to prepare before it charged, its massive arms sweeping toward them.