Made In Abyss New Chapter Novels & Stories

“It’s the Abyss.” As they stood together, a low, guttural hum began to reverberate through the air. It was the sound of something awakening. Something that had been waiting for them. Clara gripped Marcus’s hand tightly, her pulse racing. “We destroyed it, Marcus. We destroyed the Abyss, the heart of the void. It shouldn’t be able to come back.” “Maybe we didn’t destroy all of it,” Marcus replied, his gaze flickering through the darkness as the humming grew louder, more insistent. “Maybe we only shattered its body. This could be its soul, the essence of what’s left.”

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One moment they were scrambling for purchase, the next there was only empty space where they had been, their existence unwritten as if it had never mattered. The abyss hummed approvingly. Still fragile, it murmured. Even after all this time. Rage flared through me, sharp and sudden. “You don’t get to judge us,” I snapped. “You were locked away for a reason.” The pressure shifted. Attention sharpened. Yes, it agreed. I was. The abyss rose another fraction, and the Gate buckled. A fracture tore through its core, sending a shockwave through my body that ripped a scream from my throat despite myself. The chains burned white, carving sigils deeper into my skin as they tried to hold the structure

The void creatures collapsed mid-motion as the light swept across them. The battlefield shook violently. Mountains cracked. The sky fractured further. But the abyss, began to shrink. Slowly. Not defeated. Resisted. Lira’s breath caught. “It’s working…” The first Moon-born whispered in awe. “It’s being rewritten…” Cassian stared. “We’re changing it…” The King looked toward the abyss. And quietly said: “NO.” A pause. Then softer: “We are unmaking it.” Kael’s breathing grew weaker again. Lira felt it instantly.

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.

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.

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

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.

"They're all around us! Everywhere!" The corpses of the gods floating in the ruins—the shattered, ashen-grey golden angels—suddenly convulsed. The dark violet Abyssal energy forcibly drilled into their dead husks, replacing their original hearts. Dozens of Abyss-infected monstrosities lunged from the shadows of the debris. They no longer used beam weapons or maintained perfect formations like before. Instead, acting like rabid beasts, they unhinged their torn metallic jaws and threw themselves directly at the human mechs with nothing but their claws and bodies.