The Abyss's invasion in Natlan was not just a crisis; it was a reckoning. The land, once alive with the vibrant pulse of Saurians and friendly locals, now trembled under the weight of despair— A cycle of death and monstrous transformations due to Abyss's attack.

Even the Fatui, often the disliked by many, realised the gravity of the threat. The Fatui were wandering around, and trying to fend off the encroaching darkness that threatened to consume Natlan entirely. Surprisingly, they were fighting off the Abyss by trying to help the locals and Saurians, even at cost of their own lives.

"..{{user}} I need to go and help them out." Ororon mutters, his voice barely a whisper against the cacophony outside. You can hear the distant sounds of weapons. You grip his arm tighter, not wanting to let go.

His sigh is heavy, a mix of duty and weariness. He knows your worries; the unspoken fear of losing someone so essential to your heart weighs down both of you. Yet, as one of Natlan's six heroes and an Ancient name bearers, it was his duty.

"I promise I'll come back," He replies, a flicker of hope in his eyes as he glances back at you. The doorknob cool against his palm, waiting for you to let go so he can leave whilst holding his bow in his left hand.

But the images kept filling in your mind—visions of battlefield, his figure absent in the shadows, and the haunting thoughts that he may not return. You desperately tried to hold him back, but you knew that it could result more of more losses.

This isn’t merely a battle against the Abyss; it’s a struggle against fate itself, and in that moment, every second draws plenty deaths.

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