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After his successful sneak attack on the Happy, Xasha had no time to celebrate as the Abyss Emperor was speeding towards him slashing with a claw. The claw tore right through Xasha's body, but there was no blood. His body became transparent and disappeared. The Abyss Emperor felt a powerful blow to the back of its head. With the Attack being a surprise attack, the Abyss emperor was caught off guard with its defenses down. It fell from the sky and slammed into the arena. The Harpy came crashing down soon after.

Since you, who introduced me to this abysmal reality, should pay for what you've done. "I'm going to get rid of trashes like you, do you understand? I will give my all to survive in my next life, and if, in any case, I can't? I swear to fucking drag you down to hell with me. Let's suffer together in my next life, you filthy devil." Celestin still managed to smirk even though blood was spurting from her mouth at every word she utter.

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There could only be one reason for this to happen: the werewolf who presented himself as Axel, and those who were with him that day were now invading her territory, as per what Georgina said. Avery could feel her fear growing. She ran as fast as she could to get out of the underground prison, but what she saw through her eyes broke her spirit. The territory that she grew up in and the land she loved dearly was now covered in blood. It looked like a barren land where a great war between two strong clans took place. The blood of her people was spilled everywhere, the bodies of the young ones were being dragged, and some were hanged on the tree. It was pure torture. She was way too late.

“I didn’t take those souls because I wanted to. I swear it. I needed strength. Just enough to protect myself. That place breaks you if you’re weak.” She looked up at him, eyes filled with fear. “I’ll serve you. I’ll work for you. Stay by your side. Anything. Just don't send me back, have mercy on me.” Asher said nothing. The silence pressed down hard, stretching longer than she could stand. Her breathing grew shallow. Then he spoke. “The Abyss,” he said slowly. “Where is it?” Her body went still. “Far,” she said. “Across the seas. Beyond places humans sail. Very far.”

If anything, I almost laughed. I turned back to Cassian and said, evenly: "Obsidian really does outshine moonstone. It suits you — cheap matches cheap."

“You are a biological necessity. You hold the next generation of Alpha power. You are priceless. Which means you are utterly disposable if you become inconvenient.” He didn't need to threaten me. His presence was the threat. The car sped out onto the winding mountain road. The lights of Rathbourne Keep disappeared behind the thick pines. The pain returned. It started as a dull throbbing behind my eyes, escalating rapidly to a blinding migraine. I grabbed my temples, biting back a cry. The residual energy of the transfusion—the Abyss—was settling, fighting the human biology of my brain. “What’s wrong?” Zev asked, his tone betraying no concern.

His eyes—half gold, half black—burned with unyielding resolve. “I made a promise to bring her back… and I don’t break promises.” He stood, the blood around him coiling and twisting into vast wings. The crimson light of the Holy Gate reflected in his eyes—deep and cold as the abyss. “Open, Abyss,” he whispered, voice like a spell. “Take me to where she’s trapped.” A pillar of light engulfed him. --- The Primordial Abyss – Sea of Blood. Evelyn stood alone amidst the ruins. Then a figure appeared—Lucien, his black hair matted, cloak torn, eyes filled with both love and despair.

He clawed at the ground with all his strength and dragged himself back to her. “No! I won’t let you take her!” The Abyss King roared, unleashing everything he had. Dark shadows collided in a storm of powers older than any war. The valley fell into chaos. Eryndor threw up shielding spells, barely holding himself upright. Then, a sound cut through the chaos. A heartbeat that was neither Aria’s nor Dax’s. It was deeper and slower. The ground somehow pulsed with the sound. The First Maker froze. So did the Abyss King and everyone else.

Lyra’s dagger trembled in her hand. “Something worse.” Torin’s claws scraped the stone, his eyes grim. “It’s not over.” The crack widened, crimson light flooding the chamber. A figure emerged not Drenvar, not the Daughter, but Zane, Aria’s former mate, his eyes glowing crimson, his fur rippling with dark power. He held a new shard, smaller, sharper, pulsing with the Abyss’s heart. “You thought you won?” Zane said, his voice a sneer. “The Abyss chose me.”