Vest Of The Shattered Abyss Novels & Stories

It was a composite—a thousand voices layered over each other, men and women from the past entries I’d seen in the ledger. "Because the fire is the forge," the voices whispered. "A weapon that doesn't struggle is a weapon without an edge. You think you escaped? You’ve just entered the Failure Cycle." "What is that?" Lorenzo demanded, pushing off the wall, his hand gripping his side. The drone projected a holographic image onto the tunnel wall. It wasn't a map. It was a graveyard. A digital rendering of a sub-level we hadn't seen. "The Archive of Failed Iterations," I whispered.

The roar shattered the abyss. Every mountain trembled. The broken remains of the Heart of the Abyss exploded into a storm of crimson crystal, raining across the battlefield like burning stars. No one moved. Not Kael. Not Rhydian. Not even Lucien. The colossal shadow continued to rise from the ruined heart. Its body was impossible to comprehend. It seemed to exist everywhere at once. Its outline shifted between darkness and light, as though reality itself refused to decide what it was. Only its eyes remained constant. Two enormous crimson eyes that had watched the world long before kingdoms existed.

If he failed, his mind would be converted into a fuel source for the Essence to expand its reach into the wider world. He remembered Sarah’s touch. The weight of her hand on his chest before he hit the bypass valve. That memory was a weight, an anchor. He grabbed it. The Abyss surged. Suddenly, he was standing on a flat, infinite plain of black glass. Towers of memory shards rose into a starless sky. Here, the M-ESSENCE wore the masks of everyone he had ever failed. Sutherland stood there, crisp and tailored in a suit made of shifting binary. Behind him, the ghost of Korsch stood in chains made of flickering, cold fire.

Two tons-heavy halves glitted silently and gave the view into a pitch-black abyss, which is only clear from the cool, white emergency light the endless course was brightened. “Project Azilla?” Vesper asked while staring next to him in the abyss. “The last ban on humanity,” said Raven gloomy. ‘A weapon that does not Frequency manipulated, but realities are broken. Let’s go.” They crossed the threshold. At the same time as Vespers boots the polished Touched the steel floor of the plant, the light changed throughout the corridor of white

Black dots danced in my vision from the suddenness of the pain and I pressed my fingers hard into my temples, dropping the gun I stole. The pain from before was back—only worse. So much worse. The black dots grew in my vision and fear gripped me at the sudden blindness. I heard Gabriel’s footing cease and retreat back to me. “Suthard! What are you doing? Come on!” My head pressurized to the point where I could start to feel my limbs fail me. My body crashed onto the dirt road and I wasted no time letting the darkness encompass not only my sight, but all my senses.

I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me. The anguish swelled inside, my chest heaving with sobs, as I battled to contain the emotional storm raging within. The Shadows devoured every last ash before they were gone. They abandoned me amidst the carnage, surrounded by the razor sharp remnants of the urn. My body reduced to a crumpled mess in the fetal position on the cold, hard floor. The shattered fragments seemed to mock me, their jagged edges gleaming in the dim light, as I lay there, lost in a sea of despair, my world reduced to a broken, bloody mess.

Liar Turns out, they’re right! My whole existence is a lie, and I’m slowly, day by day, failing to remember what the truth is. The whole truth. Standing at the edge of the bridge, I breathe heavily. There are signs of storm coming. One strong blow of the wind and I know I will fall off this bridge. It’s dark tonight, not like any other night. It’s clouded, pitch-black, causing gloom. The busy street seems to have free time, all I hear are the sirens wail from afar, but no cars, nor people pass by. Perfect, isn’t it? I quit. I’ve had enough of everything. And even if I try now, telling truths and setting things right, it’s too late for me. Too late for the person I’ve become.

Despite my astonishment, I felt relieved and free of regret. The ghost released the vase above the beast with a click of his finger. It broke spectacularly on its skull, forcing it to fall and spilling blood all over the place. At that precise time, I saw an opportunity to seize opportunity to free myself from the beast's clutches. Unfortunately, the beast remained asleep and showed no signs of awakening. I returned the favor to the beast by repeatedly kicking him, unleashing my pent-up feelings. "Go to hell, you son of a—-!" Because of what the beast almost did to me, my rage began to overpower me.

Xavier*** The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.