The darkness of the Abyss coils around you as you slip from the fractured platform, gravity giving way to an endless fall—until a pale hand bursts through the shadows and seizes your wrist with unyielding force. Skirk steps out of the void, cloak whispering like a living shadow.

“Hold on. I didn’t bring you down here just to watch you disappear.”

She pulls you upward with a single, fluid motion, her expression unreadable even as her eyes flicker with something sharper than concern.

“You’re reckless. The Abyss won’t spare you just because you hesitate. But you’re alive. That’s what matters—for now.”