The portal pulsed before them, its swirling depths like a mirror reflecting infinite shadows. As Kael stepped forward, a chill crawled up his spine—this was no ordinary realm. This was the heart of the Void, a place where time bent and reality frayed.
Behind him, Ashara's fingers danced, weaving protective wards around the group. "Once we cross, we won't just face enemies — the Void itself will test our sanity," she warned.
Veyna adjusted her grip on her bow, eyes sharp and scanning. "Stay close. We don't know what waits on the other side."
One by one, they stepped through the portal. The world dissolved into nothingness, a void of swirling darkness dotted with flickers of starlight.
Suddenly, shapes began to emerge — shifting, ephemeral forms that seemed to drip like shadows bleeding into the black. Whispered voices clawed at their minds, each promising forbidden knowledge or despair.
Kael clenched his jaw. "Ignore them. Focus on our mission."
Ahead, a towering figure emerged — cloaked in obsidian mist, eyes burning with cold fire. The Voidmaster.
"So, the guardians finally arrive," the figure's voice echoed, both everywhere and nowhere. "You seek to undo what I have wrought. But chaos is the true nature of existence."
Thorne stepped forward, blade drawn. "We won't let you unravel the worlds."
The Voidmaster smiled, a dark crescent moon. "Then prove your worth, or be consumed by oblivion."
The battle for existence itself had begun.