The darkness of the abyss was absolute.
Alvian floated in the crushing depths, suspended in the cold, black water like a speck of dust in an infinite void. The chaotic energy of the Draconic Phantom had dissipated, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt heavy. The massive gate of the Draconic Seal loomed before him, now encased in a layer of [Void Ice] thick enough to withstand a nuclear detonation.
It was done. The immediate threat was neutralized.
His [Vestments of the Void Monarch] were cracked. The ethereal fabric, usually fluid as smoke, was rigid and dull, its mana reserves drained to the dregs. His [Lance of the Void Winter] had dematerialized back into his inventory, its durability critically low. Even his bones felt like they had been ground to dust and reformed by a clumsy blacksmith.
"System. Status Check."
[HP: 12,400 / 65,000 (Critical Condition)]
[Mana: 150 / 80,000 (Regenerating)]
[Status: Soul Exhaustion (Moderate), Abyssal Pressure (Active)]
