The air was thick with spores and danger. Beneath the fractured crust of the world, deep in the glowing veins of Aberration, Ara stepped carefully onto a bioluminescent ledge. Her hazard armor hissed softly as it filtered toxins from the air. The surface was gone—this world was twisted, alive, and always watching.
She had been traveling for days, guided only by flickering light crystals and the quiet hum of charge lanterns strapped to her gear. Around her, vines pulsed like veins, glowing in pulses of green and blue. But beauty here was a mask for death.
The Nameless were near.
A low growl echoed through the cavern. Ara froze. Shadows writhed at the edge of her light. She dropped a glow stick. Its charge pushed back the dark just long enough for her to see them—pale, eyeless horrors, skittering toward her with claws like knives. She sprinted.
A tremor shook the tunnel. The ground cracked. From below, something massive erupted—a Reaper. Its claws tore through rock, tail slamming down with bone-breaking force. Ara dove, barely escaping as the beast roared. Acid hissed on her armor. Her oxygen warning blinked red.
She pushed deeper, through fungal forests and irradiated rivers, until another threat loomed—a Megalosaurus, awakened by her scent. It lunged from the shadows, teeth flashing. Ara slid under its snapping jaws and blasted her last charge lantern in its face. The beast screeched and recoiled into the dark.
Exhausted, bleeding, and nearly out of power, Ara climbed into a cavern lit by natural charge nodes. A temporary safe zone. She collapsed to one knee, heart pounding, gaze fixed on the dark tunnel behind her.
She had survived the mountain, the desert, the ocean…
Aberration would be no different.