Chapter Sixty-Two

Ethan's intellect hustled, still reeling from the vile message carried on the wind. The abyss, the huge substance that had debilitated the balance between worlds, was not hiding within the shadows. It was here, closer than ever, with its dull rings amplifying towards their haven. But there was no time to waver. The pack needed to prepare, and Ethan knew that whatever was coming would require more than just brute energy.

As the pack came together, a sense of unease undulated through the air. The once energetic group, sure in their capacity to face any adversary, now appeared burdened with an implicit fear. Ethan stood before them, his look clearing over the recognizable faces, each one a companion, a comrade, bound together by loyalty and the shared conviction that they could safeguard their world. But the abyss was unlike any enemy they had ever faced.

Clara moved to stand beside Ethan, her presence a steadying force. “We can’t let fear break us,” she whispered, her eyes searching for