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The Abyss was a tomb of stillness, the air a dense, palpable weight that muffled even the scuff of a boot on stone. Faint torchlight, guttering and weak, threw elongated, distorted shadows across the fissured ground. The five ancients stood in a defensive cluster, their breathing shallow, eyes piercing the encroaching blackness. Pure Vanilla's staff emitted a low, sorrowful hum; the petals adorning White Lily wilted as if poisoned by the ambient wrongness. The customary gleam of Golden Cheese's armor seemed dulled, her confidence subdued. Hollyberry's axe was drawn, her grip tense enough to pale her knuckles. Dark Cacao stared ahead, unmoving, a statue of readiness. A flicker—a swift, ink-black smudge slipping between the jagged pillars. Muscles coiled, blades and staves lifted. The sha…