Layer Two of the Abyss. Vigil's Point.
For the residents of this hellscape, peaceful was a relative term, but the tension had noticeably dialed down. If Makareth wasn't so obsessive about maintaining the protective barrier around the clock, some of the locals might have been stupid enough to wander outside just to see if the coast was clear.
On this particular day, Delilah was pacing outside the meditation chamber, waiting for Orion to finish his grind. Makareth was doing his usual routine, funneling his supernatural energy into the wards like a living battery.
BOOM!
The impact was sudden and visceral. The barrier, usually as solid as bedrock, shuddered violently.
Makareth, who had been daydreaming about logistics for the Godforsaken Land, snapped back to reality instantly. He whipped his head up, scanning the obsidian sky.
