Chapter 18 Infernal Pursuit

The debris was charged from the recent fight. The avatar’s fundamental nature dragged deeper into the wind so the air reeked of a poisonous soup, muddled like temples of demise. At the center of the chaos was Alex, wheezing and bloodied, bruised and sore. His new seal in the middle of his chest burned, the thump of his heartbeat matching its pulse, yet it drummed with the strength of the Abyss, but he willed himself to ignore the pain. And they had still not conquered the Abyss. The Guardian may have lost here, but winning is forever just a day pass, anyway. He knew it in his bones. But the gate was still out there, still tugging at him, still awakening in every moment they spent near it.