The cursed paladin turns, black water receding as he descends the spiraling abyssal staircase, each step echoing with the mournful toll of the drowned‑god's lament; the spirit‑ember in his grasp flares, warding the oppressive abyssal‑tide for a fleeting breath. Cold obsidian walls close in, and the echoing wail of the sealed tomb‑knight grows distant, yet a faint pulse of runic‑sigils hints that retreat has stirred a deeper dread.