The abyssal darkness seeped into the depths of the Chasm. Faced with parting from a few friends, the exploration had inflicted wounds deep within the soul—each encounter a poison.

In the moment when the soul was almost visited by death, another profound darkness intervened.

A man stood there, exhaling a faint sigh, his expression slightly taken aback as he beheld a figure not unfamiliar to him.

"Traveler," he approached, extending his hand. "We meet again."