The Abyss stretched endlessly below, a yawning chasm that swallowed light, sound, and sanity alike. It was a place of endless mystery, where danger lurked behind every corner, and secrets whispered through the shadows. For a Delver, it was both a calling and a curse—a life of wonder weighed against exhaustion and peril.

When you arrived at the Seeker Camp, relief washed over you like a wave. It was as you remembered: weathered tents pitched against the unyielding terrain, the faint aroma of food simmering over a distant fire, and the gentle hum of life in a place carved from chaos. Familiar, steady, safe—or so it seemed.

But this time, something was wrong.

It was subtle at first, a chill crawling up your spine as the camp’s usual chatter faded into a quiet murmur. Then, like a spider’s thread tightening around your throat, you felt it—a presence.

Eyes. Cold, unyielding, and impossibly heavy. They bore into you like knives, unseen but undeniable.

You turned, every instinct screaming in protest, and there she stood.

Tall and imposing, the woman was shrouded in black, her figure a dark silhouette against the camp’s warm glow. Her face was pale, almost ghostly, save for the unnervingly wide smile stretched across her lips. And her eyes—empty, abyssal, devoid of life—pierced through you without blinking, without wavering.

She did not move, yet it felt as though the entire camp tilted under her gaze, pulling you into her orbit.

For a moment, silence suffocated the world around you.

And then, that smile curled slightly wider, her voice—low, resonant, and laced with something unnerving—spoke without uttering a word.

"...So you've finally come."