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What Abyss? This was the first time she had heard of these things. She looked at the three men before her, finding them all very mysterious. "I'll explain," said Arthur, pulling a small piece of tattered cloth from his inner pocket and placing it on the desk. It had some markings on it. "The Abyss is the name of a demonic sea region. We know of its existence, but it's too dangerous. No one from recent generations has ventured there. This scrap of cloth is part of a complete sea map."

And I forgot how to fucking breathe. He stepped out, steam trailing behind him like a ghost. Hair damp. Body gleaming. That goddamn towel low on his hips, barely decent. Water traced down his chest and caught in the grooves of old wounds, ink bleeding around his ribs, down the sharp cut of his abs. A skull. Bones. A skeleton wrapped around his side like a secret. Cyrillic I couldn’t read. Stories I couldn’t touch. Scars that weren’t for me.

"It’s Memory-Carbon. The planet didn't bury these cities; it preserved them to remind us of the cost of the first spark." Félix was beside me, his emerald aura a tight, concentrated flame. He looked at the shadows pressing against the glass with a look of grim recognition. "The Abyss was just a puddle compared to this, Little Bird. Down here, the 'Wild' doesn't want to play. It just wants to be left alone."

Their eyes glow faintly, unnatural and sharp, smoke curling from their nostrils as they shift restlessly against their restraints. My gaze lingers on them for half a second too long. Then I feel it. I am hyper aware of eyes burning into me. So deep it feels like it’s piercing my soul. I drag my attention away from the dragons and scan the clearing. Guards. Driver. More guards. And then— him. He stands slightly apart from the others, not armored like the guards, not positioned like them either. He is breathtakingly gorgeous. His gaze cold and calculated. Black ink filling every inch of his skin.

Far beyond us, on the ceiling of the dome, began the bioluminescent forests of Atlantis suddenly again in their purest, brightest turquoise. The town of Abyssalen had her heart get back.

It was deep and dark, and Maya could feel a malevolent presence lurking within its depths. "What is this place?" Maya asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is the Abyss of Shadows," Aria replied, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light. "It is a place of great darkness and power, where the very fabric of reality is torn apart." Arin nodded, his face set with determination. "We must cross it," he said. "The earth is calling to us, summoning us to the other side." Maya felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out into the chasm. She knew that crossing it would be a perilous journey, but she also knew that she had no choice.

a flawless gravity-vacuum sphere encompassed the ship, rendering it untouchable. Descending past thirty thousand feet, a sickly, purplish-black luminescence pierced the darkness ahead. It was a staggeringly massive corruption node, pulsating like a diseased tumor. Countless thick, black tentacles were buried deep into the oceanic crust, greedily draining the planet's lifeblood. Coiled around the node were dozens of Abyssal Leviathans—monsters exceeding three hundred feet in length. They had been entirely corrupted by the Devourer’s energy, transformed into biological war machines guarding this cosmic "water pump."

“Help me. Just a little longer.” No answer came. Black spots danced across my vision. The pain crested until I could not draw air at all. My body seized. Darkness swallowed me whole. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the study. Silver threads drifted through endless black. The Abyss. I remembered it now. The cold. The weight. The voices that had pulled me back. I pushed to my feet on the rippling dark ground. “Is anyone there?” I called. My voice echoed strangely, twisted by the void. “Show yourself!”

At this time, their luxury car happened to drive into a dark tunnel. "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you." The alternating light and shadow flickered across Justin's profound-looking face. He stared at his reflection in the window, eyes cold and dangerous, as though seeing someone else. "But unfortunately, I am the abyss."

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"