Deepanalabyss [OFFICIAL]

said the abyss. “Tell me what you see.”

The darkness began to take shape. Not a monster. Not a god. Something worse: a mirror. A vast, curved surface of black glass that showed Kaelen his own reflection—except the reflection was smiling, and Kaelen was not. Deepanalabyss

At the twelfth hour, the staircase ended. said the abyss

Kaelen kept walking. The abyss wanted him to stop, to doubt, to turn back. That was the first rule of the Deepanalabyss: The descent is the defense. Not a god

At the exact moment the moon’s edge darkened, a staircase unfolded from the far wall of the chasm. Not stone. Not wood. It looked like fossilized cartilage, each step fused to the next by what might have been dried sinew. It descended at a steep angle, spiraling into the throat of the world.

At the eighth hour, he heard the whispering.