The entrance to the Clear Abyssal Dungeon shimmered like a vertical pool of silver glass, its surface rippling with quiet menace. Kael stood before it in silence, the cold wind brushing against his cloak. Behind him, his entire party rested—exhausted, wounded, yet victorious beyond expectation.
For a long moment, Kael simply stared into the abyssal reflection. Memories pressed into him like iron weight. The battles. The traps. The horrors. And worst of all—the bosses resurrected from floors 1 through 99, all summoned together in the final chamber.
If Lyra hadn't healed constantly… we would have been finished in minutes.
He closed his eyes.
Lyra, still pale from mana strain, approached quietly. "Kael… we all survived. Don't blame yourself for what the dungeon tried to do."
Kael exhaled slowly and nodded. "I know. But this dungeon was made to kill even S-rankers. The final boss pulling every defeated boss back into existence… that was beyond cruel."
Behind them, the others checked their gear and new abilities.
Amara sat cross-legged on a broken stone pillar, hands glowing faintly. She lifted them with a shocked expression. "Kael! Look!"
Light spiraled around her fingers, reshaping into two distinct patterns.
"You acquired new skills?" Kael asked.
"Yes… and not ordinary ones either." She raised her staff as the symbols clicked into place. "Arcane Splitflow and Eclipse Pattern Casting. Both activated during the final battle. I must have unlocked them under pressure."
"Those sound like late-stage Archmage skills…" Lyra whispered.
Pallas, the young female dragon, stood nearby. Her scales shimmered with prismatic hues as she stretched her wings.
"I evolved too," she announced proudly, though she still looked bashful. "I… um… gained a new ability called Summon Phantom Dragons. They're illusions with partial physical form—different breeds, too." She flicked her tail nervously. "I didn't even know I could do that."
Kael smiled. "That ability saved our lives when the Bone Colossus returned. You should be proud."
Pallas blushed bright silver.
A bit farther off, Malina and Luminor inspected the strange black-and-gold rings on their fingers.
"These curse-resistant rings are a miracle," Malina said. "If we didn't have them, that floor 78 boss would have turned us all into walking corpses."
Luminor nodded. "I felt the curse trying to seep in many times. Without this, even I wouldn't be standing here."
Zephyr and Vex flashed in and out of existence several times in a row.
"Instant Teleportation Magic is insane!" Vex shouted, almost dizzy from excitement.
Zephyr smirked, wings fluttering. "It drains mana like crazy… but it's worth it."
Thorne and Arden sat apart, meditating as faint green energy swirled around them.
"My whole body feels heavier…" Thorne muttered.
"That's because your poison resistance is still settling," Arden replied. "Same with mine. That floor 63 Hydra nearly melted us inside out."
Ember, however, looked the most confused of all. She held her hand out as a faint golden aura flickered, then vanished.
"I gained a skill called Control…" she said quietly. "But… it's empty. When I try to activate it, it wipes out my whole mana and reserve like water down a drain."
Kael walked over to her. "It's okay. Empty skills sometimes awaken during a specific event or condition. We'll figure it out."
Ember nodded, though uncertainty still clouded her face.
An eerie rumble echoed from behind them—then the air shimmered with necrotic energy.
Kael turned as a familiar figure stepped from a tear in space.
Brown, now heavily drained and shaky, collapsed to one knee. Behind him the air distorted, revealing the blurred, massive silhouette of his 5.1 million undead monsters, resting inside his Tamer Park Space like a sleeping army of shadows.
Queen Seraphel—the Queen Spirit—floated beside Kael, her ethereal form calm but glowing with deep curiosity.
"Kael," she murmured. "We must speak… about Brown."
Kael frowned. "I know. His power has grown too fast. Especially after he added… that."
Seraphel's eyes sparkled. "Yes. The bosses from every floor. I sensed their souls twisting and merging inside his Tamer Park Space. Brown has broken the usual laws of necromancy."
Kael knelt next to Brown. "Are you stable?"
Brown forced a weak smile. "I'm fine… just tired. Merging the Abyssal bosses into my undead army wasn't easy. Their souls resisted. Some still do."
Seraphel folded her arms thoughtfully. "In a normal world, what Brown is doing should be impossible. The Abyssal Dungeon's bosses are made partly of ancient spirit fragments. For him to drag them into necromantic servitude…"
Kael finished for her. "Means he's evolving into something beyond a normal Necro-Tamer."
Seraphel nodded. "Exactly. His future path may no longer fit inside the traditional roles of magic."
Kael looked at Brown with concern, but the young necromancer only grinned tiredly. "If it helps all of you survive… I'll carry the weight."
Kael squeezed his shoulder. "You did more than that. You saved us."
The team slowly gathered their belongings, turning toward the shimmering horizon beyond the dungeon field.
"We should head back to R.E.F.," Luminor said. "The Guild will want every detail about how this dungeon works."
Zephyr teleported forward, then back, wobbling. "At this rate… we'll reach REF in minutes!"
Vex smacked him on the head. "We're NOT teleporting the whole group while you're dizzy!"
Pallas laughed, hopping onto her hind legs. "I can carry people! My wings can handle it!"
Arden shook his head. "We'll travel normally. Too many unstable abilities right now. Too risky."
Kael gave one final look at the Clear Abyssal Dungeon.
It felt like the abyss stared back.
He sheathed his rune-blade. "Let's move. We report everything. The resurrection mechanics. The multi-boss fusion. The curse floors. The teleportation traps. The final fight."
Lyra walked beside him, leaning lightly on her staff. "Once the Guild understands the danger… maybe they'll classify this dungeon as SSS-rank."
"They should," Kael muttered. "This place is a death labyrinth pretending to be a challenge."
The team began their return journey toward the distant city lights of REF, their steps heavy yet triumphant. The night air felt lighter—like the world itself acknowledged their survival.
Behind them, the Clear Abyssal Dungeon pulsed once… twice… then fell silent.
They had conquered it.
But the Abyss had not forgotten their faces.