Abyssal Guide Novels & Stories

How glorious would it be! Unaware that the consciousness of the Dungeon Core had already planned their demise, Chaos, Belphegor, and Abyss entered the Boundless Abyss Dungeon through its gigantic and gaping entrance, which was an enormous hole that extended for several kilometers in the middle of the wasteland. Chaos performed a spectacular full dive into the Dungeon, flying down its abyssal entrance as it used Dark Vision to see its interior in detail. "From what I know about this place, the entrance is deep into this darkness, there will be a series of caves, each one leads to a different biome, but they are all interconnected," said Belphegor.

It is a realm where the boundaries between the known and the unknown blur, where unseen perils and hidden wonders lie in wait. The abyss is a world of secrets, revealing glimpses of eerie rock formations and ethereal creatures as the carriage moves through its depths. Bioluminescent organisms, casting faint glows in various hues, become the only source of light, their soft radiance offering a glimpse into the enigmatic abyss.

"It's originating from the floor of the Sunless Sea—ten miles beneath the surface trench. Something massive just tore through the ancient basalt seals at the bottom of the abyssal rift." The holographic projection expanded, displaying a real-time thermal render of the deep trench. A gargantuan, jagged shadow—easily three miles long—was slowly uncoiling from the subterranean magma vents, surrounded by a violent whirlpool of superheated water and black abyssal Qi. Commander Valerie stepped up beside Marcus, her hand resting on the hilt of her twin vanguard blades. "An abyssal creature? We cleared those trenches during the southern campaign."

But this time, it wasn't lightning or solar flame. From the deep oceanic trenches to the south, three massive, shadow-draped sea Leviathans rose above the horizon, carrying an armada of iron ships bearing the black crest of the Western Abyssal Alliance—an army that had been quietly massing while the realm celebrated its peace. They weren't here to ally with Caelum or the Sun-King. The Abyssal Admiral stood on the lead vessel, holding a glowing, dark quartz orb—the mirror match to the core in Obsidian Ridge.

Victoria became furious, rushed at them, and chased them away in a rage. She also came back to comfort me, telling me not to take the kids' words to heart. However, on the way back, I realized that her eyes were red-rimmed. After that incident, she rarely ever brought me out to crowded places again. I knew that it was because she was ashamed of me. "Blood oxygen levels are still dropping…" "Prepare the epinephrine for resuscitation!" Some voices came from a distance, but it felt as though I were hearing them through water. Someone began pressing hard on my chest, and it hurt, but I just wished they wouldn't save me.

POV DARLENE The Abyss was no longer just a hole in the earth; it was a rhythmic, breathing lung of the planet that exhaled the concentrated sorrow of nineteen generations. As Eryx and I stood at the jagged edge of the rift, the Black-Emerald light rising from the depths didn't just illuminate the ruins of the North—it "translated" them into a landscape of obsidian and grief. The black butterflies that had carried Hope away were everywhere now, their wings beating with the sound of a thousand whispered apologies that were never sent.

“If you could dive any further, you’d reach the Meikai Abyss, named after the Underworld. At thirty-six thousand feet, it’s the deepest known point on our planet. At that depth almost all creatures are a pale red or cream color, including the tenguzame, the goblin shark. No blue Slayer has seen the Meikai Abyss. We only know it exists by having lowered thousands of fathoms of wheke rope as a sounding line and through rare interactions with deep-sea creatures. “Having said that, the place the Ayakashi had taken me was darker than midwinter midnight, blacker than any black known to man, probably even darker than the Meikai Abyss. I had to coin a name for it: Shikkoku no Ago. The Blackest Maw.

Adrian smiled and asked, "Do you have a place with extremely high temperatures here?" If there was such a place, it would be very helpful for repairing the Monster Slayer Blade. Janice hurriedly answered, "Yes, there's a place called the Abyssal Sea at the deepest part of Monster Slayer Island. It's said to lead directly to the core of the world. If you can enter it, perhaps the temperature there should be more than sufficient. However..." She paused. Adrian asked, "However?" Janice replied, "The temperature there is extremely high, and it's always surrounded by scorching flames. Are you sure you want to go there, Mr. Adrian?"

A single line of text appeared, in plain, unflickering white. OVERRIDE ACCEPTED. PATTERN INTEGRITY RE-ASSESSED. THE WEAVER IS THE PATTERN. A moment later, a secondary, human emergency channel spluttered to life on another monitor. A crackly, miraculously live feed from the Mariana Trench. The Abyssal Haven, battered but intact, surrounded by a dissipating cloud of steam and minerals, was slowly rising on emergency balloons, its hull breaches sealed by a rapid-forming mineral crust from the vent.

This entity, it seemed, wasn't merely a legend, but a terrifying reality that lurked within the Abyss. Their next encounter was a physical one – a colossal derelict vessel, its once gleaming hull now scarred and blackened, like a cosmic tombstone. Anya, analyzing the wreckage, identified it as belonging to an ancient species known for their insatiable hunger for knowledge. Their journey, it appeared, had led them to the Abyss, and their fate remained a chilling mystery. Guided by whispers and debris, they ventured deeper into the Abyss. Every passing moment felt like a descent into an abyss not just of space, but of existence itself. The whispers on the Echo network grew stronger, morphing f