Kantai Collection Abyssal Novels & Stories

The Plan in Motion Damien’s dark eyes burned, focused and cold, his jaw clenched as he stared at the flickering tactical display. “Trace the signal—find her,” he ordered, deadly calm. Vanessa snapped her rifle closed, expression sharp but steady. “We’ve got one chance. We finish what we started.” Kyle’s Discovery "Signal confirmed..." Kyle whispered, staring wide-eyed at the warship schematics flickering on the terminal screen. "She’s operating... from a new command station... deeper than anything we’ve seen." The display zoomed in, highlighting an impossible location: The Abyssal Bastion. Buried beneath the North Atlantic Trench, thirty miles from Fortress Nox’s wreckage.

The crowd gathered together and began to discuss their plan. Thea said, “The cruise ship will be docked here. Unless absolutely necessary, it’s forbidden to get anywhere close to the Dragon’s Abyss, nor are we to use lethal high-tech weapons. “We’ll take the boats available on the cruise ship to the Dragon’s Abyss. “Any objections?” Thea scanned the crowd. “No.” Everyone spoke in unison. “Good.”

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.

It was not human, not Mimic, and not Overseer. The Abyssal Descent Leo, Meilin, and a specialized team of Remainder "Deep-Divers" descended into the Mariana Trench. The pressure was immense, but the new Phase-Shift Submersibles—a gift from the Sub-Quantum Engine’s leftovers—allowed them to bypass the physical crushing weight by vibrating through the water molecules. "We’re passing 11,000 meters," Meilin reported, her voice steady despite the darkness outside the viewport. "The sonar isn't reflecting. It’s being absorbed."

The two cyan-glowing Vanguard mechs simultaneously drew their massive, high-frequency plasma blades. On the distant horizon, the seemingly calm Pacific Ocean suddenly vaulted toward the sky. The heavens were swallowed by black clouds, and gale-force winds whipped up a hundred-foot-tall rogue wave that slammed violently against the Californian coast. Within that suffocating darkness, a twisted, monolithic shadow—infinitely larger than the Empire State Building—slowly rose from the depths, accompanied by an ear-shattering, low-frequency hum. It was the King of the Abyss. The Nightmare of the Mariana Trench.

4:56PM I came back at Hue's place where we always stay. It's his family's beach house and It's my favorite place to be. In front of it is the sea with waves like a roller of gem-blue that travels through the white sand and at the sides of the house is the numerous coconut trees. But apart from being a breathaking and tranquil paradise is the innumerable memories that I cannot trade for anything in this world. The memories with my two best friends. That's all I could treasure.

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.

The Abyssal Sabotage was not a vessel designed for comfort. It was a "Functional" relic—a titanium sphere originally built by the Hawke Logistics Division to inspect the "Sub-Surface" geothermal taps that powered the old world. Now, stripped of its "Neural-Link" navigation and "Chronicle" transponders, it was a "Broken Asset" resurrected for one final, "Ruthless" mission.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

"Seventy-two million in liquid capital transferred directly into the Rossi infrastructure fund." "Asset Two," Damian read raspy, his amber eyes gleaming as he watched the interface update. "The eight-hundred-foot luxury yacht The Sovereign Crest, docked in Grand Cayman. Seized by our maritime enforcement squad. Renamed The Blade and re-routed to our dockyards in Newark."