As Daniel and Mira ventured further into the Obsidian Abyss, the oppressive environment became increasingly disorienting. The dark waters swirled with unseen currents, tugging at their bodies and minds. Faint lights flickered in the distance, but whether they were guiding beacons or lures to deeper peril was impossible to tell.
The whispers persisted, their cadence shifting as if forming words on the edge of comprehension.
"Closer... come closer..."
Mira gritted her teeth, shaking her head as if to dispel the voices. "Ignore them," she said sharply. "They'll twist your thoughts if you let them in."
Daniel didn't respond immediately. The Abyssal Core Shard in his possession pulsed faintly, the rhythm syncing with the whispers. He clenched his fins, trying to block out the sensation.
[Warning: Abyssal Influence Increasing. Synchronization Threshold Approaching Critical Levels.]