It rained for the first time in centuries.
Not with water, but with the quiet patter of ashes that once made up galaxies.
They drifted down like soft snow across Seraphiel’s homeworld, a sacred world untouched by war for eons. Now, it stood in mourning. Trees bowed beneath the weight of cosmic soot. Rivers ran with grey. And the stars above?17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlGyY2wRY2w
Dimmed.
The skies themselves had knelt.
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Seraphiel lay in the hollow of a broken cathedral, a thousand stained-glass wings shattered across the marble floor. He had not moved for three days.
Tavin knelt nearby, his voice hoarse from speaking to him.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoIEyCT0ah3
“You’re alive, Sera. Please… speak to me.”
Seraphiel didn’t respond.
His breathing was ragged. His feathers, those that remained, shivered every time the wind carried a distant echo.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGkwLJF3arU
It wasn’t pain he feared.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6kwTFGE3C
It was memory.
Each second replayed a thousand lives lost, again and again, compacted and re-screamed in his head like a loop that had no mercy.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtehSzEinkr
“We shouldn’t have fought him,” Lyra said behind them, her voice trembling. “We were arrogant. We thought he was… defeatable.”
She didn’t cry. She couldn’t.
Her tears had burned out in the moment she watched Abyssus erase the Heralds with a gesture.
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The Empty Seats
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The Round Table of the Heralds was rebuilt. Out of duty. Out of desperation.
Eight chairs once stood in defiance of the Void.
Now… three remained. One cracked. One empty. One occupied by Seraphiel, who stared through it rather than sat with pride.
Tavin and Lyra stood beside him.
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“He told us to kneel,” Tavin said bitterly. “And we did. But what now?”
No one answered.
Seraphiel finally spoke—his voice no louder than the dust falling from the air.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2pHgr7KemG
“We lost something far greater than that battle.”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdM0bvgyQBd
“What?” Lyra asked.
Seraphiel raised his head.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUe4DesmC9F
“We lost the right to believe.”
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Elsewhere, the Seed, still glowing, still somehow untouched by Abyssus’ final wrath, wandered through what remained of the multiverse. He walked through blackened corridors of collapsed timelines, his footsteps echoing in places that should no longer exist.
He stopped at the corpse of the Divine Being—a husk floating in folded spacetime.
Kneeling, the Seed touched it gently.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfMTYo848LI
“We tried.”
He didn’t cry. He couldn’t.
But something in him pulsed strangely, an echo of what humans would call grief.
Or maybe guilt.
Behind him, the faint shimmer of Abyssus lingered, like a shadow cast on nothing.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuFBXzqKTBK
“Do you now understand?” Abyssus asked—not with malice, nor kindness. Just fact.
The Seed stood.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡifG6K2Adna
“You let me live.”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhQxM6JTrv
“Yes.”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhqcuJvyCK
“Why?”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVOcqHQ0Mb3
“You are a tool I still find... useful.”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCYEv9CvIBv
“And if I resist?”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlvI5gZ6My5
“You cannot.”
The Seed clenched his small fists.
But Abyssus was already gone.
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The Silent Threat....
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On a distant world, a monument was built.
Not to Abyssus.
To the ones he erased.
The three Heralds who died so quickly, so brutally, their names became prayers whispered by civilizations desperate not to meet the same fate.
But even prayers faltered.
Because Abyssus had said nothing since.
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Not a timeline.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA0k6rPXHP1
Not a condition.
Just silence.
And that silence spread faster than any war ever had.
Worlds evacuated themselves out of sheer fear. Planets sacrificed their own leaders, families, kings, in case Abyssus demanded a soul.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhPx5fJ6BgF
But he didn’t.
He just… watched.
And waited.
For something.
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we return to Seraphiel...
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He stands before a cracked mirror. Behind him, his wings flicker. His sword—once radiant—is now dull and splintered with fault lines.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgYtD3WpRjZ
“We’re not done yet,” he says.
Tavin looks up.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPmJRpda2rU
Lyra raises her eyes.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbOye9nqfps
“What can we possibly do?” she asks.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4mjiETZdOn
“We don’t fight him,” Seraphiel says.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIrx6TDK33o
“Then what?”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAX9an9urAf
“We change the only thing that scares him.”
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“What’s that?” Tavin asks.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkuQ8W0UfjK
“Ourselves.”
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There was a silence between universes now.
Not the comforting hush of sleep, nor the sacred pause between heartbeats. This was the silence of a hunted thing—quiet not from peace, but fear.
After the Fall of the Divine Being, after the obliteration of the Five Heralds, the story of Abyssus had stopped being legend and become truth.
Entire galaxies paused.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtLpRp8fKyo
Civilizations that had climbed to cosmic heights ceased expansion.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWlB1LYcELO
Warlords, conquerors, gods… all fell silent.
The multiverse now lived like prey beneath an unblinking, invisible eye.
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Within a hollowed-out supernova, its fire frozen mid-collapse, stood the Sanctuary of the Heralds. What was once a temple of radiant energy now flickered dimly.
Three seats remained in its inner sanctum. Only one was occupied.
Seraphiel stood in the center, not sitting—his cracked sword stabbed into the crystal floor. Behind him, two other figures entered slowly.
Tyvin, ever calm, eyes glowing faintly with stardust.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNxuhq45R0w
Lyra, radiant and distant, her long silver-white hair now dulled by trauma.
They had not spoken for hours.
It was Seraphiel who broke the silence.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbPgA466NNj
“I’m going.”
Tyvin blinked slowly. “Where?”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRd1LW8xVsg
“Beyond what’s known. I’ll scour every edge of the outer layers of concept, myth, essence. There has to be something.”
Lyra’s expression darkened. “You want to find something that can kill him.”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxofLQfjh0G
“No,” Seraphiel said. “I want to find something that can understand him.”
Tyvin folded his arms. “And if you do? Then what?”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhQj5ERASFg
“Then maybe… just maybe… I won’t be alone when I kneel.”
Lyra took a step closer, her voice rising. “Seraphiel, five of us are dead. Gone. Not erased—unmade. And you want to do what? Chase ghosts through forgotten timelines?”
He looked up, his eyes hollow but burning.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH6lZ8tcKGs
“If I don’t go, then all that’s left is waiting. And if I wait, I become like the rest of them—afraid, trembling, praying for mercy he’ll never give.”
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Elsewhere, the knowledge of Abyssus had spread like a virus.
Entire cultures changed.
In the Chronospire Realms, the ruling philosophers dismantled time-based religions. Worship of divine order was abandoned in favor of cold, nihilistic mathematics. Time no longer meant progression—it meant exposure. The more time passed, the more likely Abyssus might notice.
In the Eld Shroud, a gas-giant society, the living cloud-beings began ritual suicides at birth. Not out of fear, but as sacrifice. Their logic: if fewer minds existed, perhaps the Eye would look elsewhere.
The Children of Light, once preachers of hope, rebranded themselves the Nameless Choir. They chanted in tones that mimicked Abyssus’s final command: KNEEL. Not to mock him. But to remind themselves that hope must evolve—or die.
Abyssus had become a shadow deity not worshiped, not hated… but accepted.
Like gravity. Like entropy.
He simply was.
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In the sanctuary, the air grew heavy as Seraphiel summoned the astral map of the known and unknown multiverse. Thousands of lightlines flared to life—coordinates of gods, tyrants, whispering black holes, memory-consuming oceans, weaponized suns, ancient forgotten entities.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXA3HjOPY3
There has to be something,” he whispered.
Tyvin walked forward and spoke gently. “There’s always something. But not always what you want.”
Seraphiel turned. “You think I’m a fool?”
Lyra answered, stepping beside Tyvin. “No. We think you’re a hero. And that’s the problem.”
He stared at them both.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPy1onGVxQf
“Abyssus doesn’t fear us. Doesn’t even register us. You think staying here helps?”
Lyra touched the broken edge of his armor. “Maybe not. But we guide. That is what we Heralds do when strength fails.”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf7PLdo69Xg
“Then guide me to something that can fight.”
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“You won’t find it,” Tyvin said. “Because Abyssus isn’t a thing to defeat. He’s a truth. The only way to face him is to change what truth is.”
Seraphiel nodded. “Then that’s what I’ll do.”
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When Seraphiel left the Sanctuary, the skies bent around him.
He no longer walked through space as mortals do. He tore through possibility, leaping from logic to myth, from dream to lawless dimensions where time was fermented in vats.
He entered the Sea of Infinite Thrones, where dead gods still sat on collapsing chairs made of worship.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4bIHCaaRuL
He visited the Echo Cathedral, where prayers went to die.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOf7KtXXIC
He spoke to the Library of Sins, whose books bled ink when opened.
In every realm, he asked a question:17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvYr3BVKVK
“Is there something that can make Abyssus pause?”
And every answer was the same:17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡieS1XGsZLE
“No. But there might be something that can make you stronger.”
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Far from Seraphiel’s journey, in a torn part of the Void where even meaning had unraveled, the Seed stood silently.
He was changing.
The exposure to emotion, to fear, to hope to everything Abyssus never understood had begun to twist the Seed in ways he could not explain.
He felt.
He wondered.
He remembered.
In the silence of the dark, he whispered:17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQu9O8hasgA
“Am I him?”
And from behind him, something vast and cold replied:17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH8NKsUmTo2
“Not yet.”
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That night, Lyra and Tyvin both shared a dream.
In it, they stood at the edge of a mirror that reflected not themselves, but Seraphiel—bloody, broken, screaming through universes that tore him apart and put him back together again.
At the mirror’s center was Abyssus, unmoving, unspeaking. Only watching.
Behind him was something else.
A shape. Not yet born. Not yet real.
But becoming.
When they awoke, Lyra clutched her chest.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtfuR2ZrDbR
“He’s going to become something more.”
Tyvin nodded.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ13AleMX7RN
“So will Seraphiel.”17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe7NiAQKcQ0
“Will that save us?”
He looked up at the fading stars.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRo5OfarU5j
“Or doom us all.”
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