Abyssal Lord Novels & Stories

The wyrms were massacred in an instant, dozens were killed by Chaos mere tail whip, like a deadly wave of all-consuming darkness, his specter represented the deadly soul he possessed, his Chaotic Soul! "Hehe, amazing! Amazing! My lord is amazing, isn't he?" laughed Abyss, as she rushed towards the Wyrms that were not easily massacred, using her Crushing Charge Skill to crush them with the weight of her body, and then consuming them on the spot! Their fireballs and breaths were nothing much against her! "Oh my, what a pair of living disasters," laughed Belphegor.

Then… a voice deeper than creation itself rose from the abyss. “Daughter.” The word cracked like thunder, vibrating through my chest. I turned, though there was no ground, no direction, and yet there he was. A colossal figure, eyes like twin abysses, shoulders draped in the corpses of stars. His presence warped the air, bent the darkness, devoured all sense of scale. He was endless, and yet terribly near. The Forgotten God of the Abyss. My breath caught. My knees threatened to buckle, but I forced myself to stand straighter. “What are you?”