Made In Abyss Chapter 71 Novels & Stories

The child smiled, and it was a terrifyingly beautiful sight, a predatory grin that I recognized from my own reflection in the Abyssal Well, ‘you don't become the monster, Mother, you lead them. The vision snapped. I bolted upright in the Abyssal Suite, my skin drenched in a cold, silver sweat, my heart was thudding against my ribs like a trapped bird, the room was dark, but the marble veins on my arms were glowing with an intense, rhythmic violet light that illuminated the velvet hangings. "Vesper!"

As we pressed on, the shard in my hand began to dim, its light fading with every step. “Dominic, it’s going out,” I said, panic rising in my chest. He glanced at the shard, his jaw tightening. “We need to keep moving. There has to be a way out of this maze.” But deep down, I knew the truth. The Abyss wasn’t just a place—it was alive, and it wanted us to stay. Ahead of us, the corridor opened into a massive chamber, its floor covered in a swirling pool of black liquid. In the center stood a pedestal, and on it rested an object that radiated with faint light—a second shard, glowing with an intensity that called to me.