Novel & Cerita Abyss Guide

~Salax~ He made his way out of his room easily, his nose was his best sense anyway. He caught Erys and Abyssia's scent and followed. He found Erys and forced him to open a portal to Abyssia. "You're coming with me," he growled, grabbing Erys by his arm. The portal closed behind them and Sal called out for her. "YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!!! SHOW YOURSELF!!" Abyssia walked over slowly, arms crossed. She just raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"It’s going to be a disaster. And I can’t wait to see it." The last thing he felt was the cool breeze of the real night drifting down into the wreckage, smelling not of ozone, but of damp concrete and possibility. The Abyss had tried to consume them, but the Abyss had no heart, and that—Anji decided just before sleep claimed him—was its one and only flaw.

sighed the woman, she seemed to be about to cry. Abyss felt pity for her, whoever she was, she was very sad, and could sense her emotions. "You're so considerate… Don't worry, I am fine… Please, take care of him, I implore of you…" Abyss didn't really know what was happening, but she accepted, she didn't have any other choice anyway. Suddenly, Abyss was absorbed by a strange wormhole, as her little soul flew through the endless Grand Cosmos, crossing through space and time…

“I didn’t take those souls because I wanted to. I swear it. I needed strength. Just enough to protect myself. That place breaks you if you’re weak.” She looked up at him, eyes filled with fear. “I’ll serve you. I’ll work for you. Stay by your side. Anything. Just don't send me back, have mercy on me.” Asher said nothing. The silence pressed down hard, stretching longer than she could stand. Her breathing grew shallow. Then he spoke. “The Abyss,” he said slowly. “Where is it?” Her body went still. “Far,” she said. “Across the seas. Beyond places humans sail. Very far.”

The carcass of the Abyssal Leviathan disappeared into the pitch-black freezing waters above, taking the madness of the trench with it. At the bottom of the world, bathed in the soft, ancient luminescence of the flawless white jade gates, Caleb Blackwood stood motionless. The timer in his HUD was a relentless executioner: 69:40:12.

"Mr. Snow, I have a favor to ask of you. If you agree, I can offer you a generous reward." "Oh?" He was intrigued. She hadn't mentioned this before, but now, she was asking for help. She was clearly impressed by his strength. It had to be an extraordinary matter. "Let's hear it." "I hope you can accompany me to Abyssal Deepsea." "Abyssal Deapsea?" Gideon repeated the name a few times. "Is that somewhere in Kitherglen?" "Yes." Winter nodded. Ajax interjected, "Mr. Snow, we know of it, too. Abyssal Deepsea is a treacherous marvel deep within Kitherglen—a bottomless chasm with raging seawater below. That's how it got its name.

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.

Her hair was brown, down to her waist but when she stared at the crowd, she had no pupils in her eyes. “Gather ye, new comers,” she grinned. “Welcome to the Academy of the Damned, where your soul comes to learn what it is to perish.” There was a small band of what seemed to be demons behind her. “I am Alstra, your let's say caregiver for today. I am required to tell you little imps everything about the academy.” Finally, I could understand what the fuck my mothers has sent me to. “Now, I can smell something weird here,” she smiled, her grin showing razor-like teeth. “My my my,” she dropped to the ground and began waddling through the crowd.

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.