Novel & Cerita He Who Drowned The World

“Hungry. I tasted a name at the water’s edge, and it bit me back.” Typhon did not rise. He looked at Ghast until the seven tails stilled. “Your brother?” Echidna asked—though she already knew; her brood was written under her tongue, each heartbeat a ledger. Ghast’s maned shoulders rolled. “The harbour took him. Mortals cut and sang and burned. The water prince broke on their stone.” The lake sighed. Far above, a seam in the rock clicked as if cooling. Echidna’s nails traced lazy circles on the throne’s arm. “Gallus unmade,” she said softly, tasting grief like spice.

That knocked me up like a ten-wheeler truck, disintegrating my heart in a shit of searing flame. I became a damper the whole ride. And every time they're gonna sprout those walkers, I strengthened myself by covering my ears and closed my eyes tightly in a denomination of being blind. "This is the new world now. Flooded with humanity's blood." I heard him said. He's right. Everything howls bad blood that looks like this world had a tremendous spiced of burning hell. "What's your name?" That made me surprised but I concealed the amusement in myself upon mentioning my name.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

He rose to meet her, his hand closing the distance between them until barely a hair's breadth separated them. Their outstretched hands came together with a jolt, a brush of air erupting on the water around her with her exhale. Fight back, his voice screamed. Survive. Suddenly, cold water rushed into her senses; the illusion shattered. The ocean was no longer the gentle temptress that lured her deeper under the guise of beauty and peace. She was a dark and dangerous witch, chanting incantations and manipulating the life from Ashlyn's lungs, claiming her next victim.

"At this rate, the floods will break out any day now. The sea level will rise, too. You and Snowviper might not roast to death, but you'll drown. So, why not work with us? Blazewing could fly us all up to the top of Mount Cashmoore. It's safe there." "You've got one nasty mouth, you know that? I think you're just desperate and trying to trick me. Please. I live on the 22nd floor. If anyone's drowning, it won't be me. Ha! I get it now—you're burning up, but you don't wanna beg, so you're just trying to scare me." "If you don't believe me, then fine. I thought we could help each other, but if that's how you see me, there's nothing left to say."

The moonlight fell across his face, highlighting the mark on his chest—faintly glowing, like it was alive. He whispered the words he had read again, his voice hollow: “You will either destroy the world… or destroy yourself.” A single tear rolled down his cheek. And somewhere deep in the void—the world beyond the living—a thousand unseen eyes opened, smiling in the dark.

The drowned city before it fell, worshippers chanting in a language that twisted the sea. And Varethkaal—no longer bound to forest or flame—but reaching across both. The image that came last shook him to the core: Himself. Standing at the center of the world, both hands raised. Sea on one side. Forest on the other. A gate open behind him. And his mouth—not speaking, but wide open, screaming stars. ⸻ Return He collapsed, coughing out water that hadn’t filled his lungs. The oracle steadied him. “You are no longer only yourself.”

Massive, molten tendrils thicker than skyscrapers erupted from the chasm, reaching toward the sky with a blind, destructive hunger. "You are too late, Sterling!" High Priest Malakor shrieked, dangling helplessly from Jack’s grip. Even facing death, the Ouroboros fanatic was drunk on his own apocalyptic victory. "The World-Breaker is awake! It will consume your cities, boil your oceans, and crack this pathetic mudball into a billion pieces! You are the Planet's Alpha? Let us see you command a dying world!" Jack didn’t blink. His expression was a mask of cold, absolute fury. He looked down at the swirling inferno threatening to swallow his city, then back up at the arrogant priest.

The last of my breath escaped, and I felt myself drift, lighter now, as if I were part of the sea itself. The world dimmed further, until there was nothing but blackness. The sea claimed me, its cold grip pulling me into its eternal embrace. The last thing I felt was the slow, final beat of my heart, echoing into the void. Then, there was nothing. In the depths of the ocean, I found the silence of death. The struggle ended, the betrayal complete. I was lost to the world above, swallowed by the sea, forever part of its dark, quiet depths. ***

Six months later, on a snowy night, a dull thud echoed from the convent’s bell tower. Chloe jumped from the top, ending her own sinful life. She left a single note before she died: "If there's a next life, I never want to be born into the mafia." My spirit drifted through the snowy night, watching my sister’s broken body get tossed into an unmarked grave behind the convent. No flowers. No tears. No one to mourn her. Strangely, I didn't feel the thrill of revenge. I just didn't care anymore. The family glory, my parents' delayed tears—none of it meant a thing to me now.