The bell's deep toll still echoed in Hornet's memory like a fading dream, but its iron body now lay shattered at the bottom of the Abyss. She had descended willingly, lured by the promise of a final reckoning, but the return path had crumbled into a throat of darkness that swallowed all hope of retreat. The biome was not merely a pit; it was a living, breathing maw that fed on despair, its...