The sky above them darkened, as if the very heavens had been swallowed by the Abyss. Elara struggled to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. The rift continued to grow, expanding with terrifying speed, and the town seemed to come alive with the pulsing energy of the cursed land.
Dorian stood before the rift, his arms raised in triumph as the dark power of the Abyss swirled around him. His eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and Elara could see that he was no longer fully human. The darkness had taken root in him, transforming him into something else - something far more dangerous.
"Elara," Dorian said, his voice low and commanding. "You were always too weak to understand. The king's death was just the beginning. This is the true power of the Abyss. And now, it will be mine."
The ground beneath them trembled once more, and a monstrous shape began to emerge from the rift. Elara could barely make out its form - a towering, grotesque creature, its body wreathed in shadow. Its eyes glowed with the same malevolent energy that now consumed Dorian.