Kantai Collection Abyssal Novels & Stories

The water here was completely clear of debris, illuminated by an blinding, terrifying blue light. Cord pulled the levers back, slowing the Bell to a hovering halt. My breath hitched in my throat. In the dead center of the plaza sat the engine of the Abyssal Tide. It wasn't a creature. It was a machine. But it wasn't built of iron or steam. It was an inverted Deep Node, constructed entirely of hyper-compressed, absolute-zero ice and dark abyssal rock.

As we ventured into the heart of danger, the weight of our responsibility was ever-present, but so was our determination to protect our home. As we neared the Coral Canyons, an eerie stillness permeated the water. Our team moved stealthily, using the natural rock formations as cover. We were within striking distance of the outpost when Liora, positioned at a vantage point, signaled frantically. I swam up to her, and she pointed toward a shadowy expanse below. My heart sank as I realized the implications. The Abyssal Council had anticipated our move. Hidden beneath the sands of the canyon floor was a massive abyssal creature, bound in chains, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

" well I lied that used to be a goblin 1 year ago but after entering the mountain, that happened " ' that giant thing was a lovely being ? could this be another artifact ? if so lucky it's most likely my dark maze ,though i said maze it's just a stone rod that exchanges your consiousness to a stronger body at the sacrifice of the old pretty convient but it takes you back to a child state so it's a bit disadvantageous to humans but not demons though since they mature quickly' Jack was definely going but pretended to think about it and calmly said . " fine hand me the request I'll go now "

Dax asked, completely unfazed. "Worse," I said, my fingers flying over my keyboard as I decrypted a fresh packet of data pouring in from the coastal sensors. "The Ark in the Mariana Trench isn't an aerial fortress like Neo-Angeles. It's designated as Abyssal-One. It's a high-pressure, deep-sea manufacturing hub. And they aren't sending drop-ships." I hit a key, throwing the coastal radar onto the main holographic projector. The western coastline only thirty miles from our grounded crater was lighting up like a Christmas tree. But the signatures weren't in the sky. They were emerging from the ocean.

The entire chamber was being dragged downward. Six thousand meters above the seafloor—sediment and abyss closing in. A screen flared to life with blinding text: 【TARGET CAPTURE COUNTDOWN: 10 SECONDS】

I may have not been nervous before, but now… “Here we go.” Kayden pointed to the giant beast in front of us. To say that it was beautiful was a total understatement. There were literally no words to describe it. It was big; I am talking 50 meters of luxury and extravagance floating on the water, very unbothered. The whole exterior was a whiteboard with some black glass railings and window, with a little touch of brown and gold. From where we were, I could see some stairs from the inside which were a solid brown and everything just seemed to be awes trucking.

The Pacific Trench Hollow was not merely a scar; it was a cathedral of absence. Located seven miles beneath the surface of the ocean, it was a massive, pressurized void left behind by the Thorne Council’s "Project Abyss" an attempt to harvest geothermal data at the planet’s thermal limit. If it collapsed, the resulting displacement would trigger tsunamis that would rewrite the coastlines of three continents.

Three days out from Port Valen, the fleet entered the Abyssal Trenches—the unmapped maritime borders where the continental shelf plummeted straight down into the infinite dark of the Sunken Isles. Natalia stood at the forward observation deck of the Royal Vanguard, her gloved hands resting flat on the freezing iron railing. The spring air had completely died, replaced by an eerie, atmospheric pressure that made the silver-white hair at the nape of her neck rise. Beside her, Dmitry was a tense, unmoving silhouette, his nose tilted slightly upward as he filtered the heavy brine.

The sky was a bruised charcoal, heavy with the mist of the Silence. ​"Scanning for life," Leo said, his fingers flying. "I’m getting pings... but they’re deep. Five miles down, in the Abyssal Trench. And Elara, they’re moving fast. They aren't swimming. They’re climbing." ​Looking out the observation windows, I saw the first of them. A massive, bioluminescent tentacle, thick as a factory chimney and covered in sucking maws, breached the surface of the ocean. It didn't splash. It latched onto the side of our floating mountain, the suction cups tearing into the obsidian shell with a sound like grinding glass.

The captain from the rescue center came looking for Cyrus Selden just as someone shook me awake from sleep. "Lucas! Trouble! Your brother Aidan's submarine, the Abyss Explorer, has lost contact at 35,000 feet in the Mariana Trench! There was an unidentified undersea quake—communication's completely down, and their chances of survival are… slim!" I blinked the sleep from my eyes and looked at him dully. "So?" I asked, my tone flat.