TestThe Draven Courtyard stank of fear.
Kael stood in the center, Lysar groaning at his feet, clutching a burned-out shoulder. No one dared move. The once-proud disciples looked down, pretending not to see. The Elders watching from above remained silent.
He could kill Lysar now.
And maybe he should.
No, the Void whispered. Let him live. He will become the ember that ignites the coming fire.
Kael clenched his fist and turned away.
"You're lucky the Void has plans for you," he said coldly. "Don't waste it."
With that, he vanished in a blink of shadow, leaving only a scorched sigil of the Void Crest on the ground.
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[Somewhere Else – Between Realms]
Kael reappeared in a pocket realm of his own creation—a fractured dimension held together by pure Void energy.
The moment his boots touched the dark marble, the air shifted.
A voice echoed through the vast black hall.
"Heir of the Void. The Realms have taken notice."
Kael's eyes narrowed.
From the swirling void ahead, a figure emerged—shapeless, clothed in shadows, wearing a mask carved from bone and starlight.
"We are the Abyssal Tribunal. Watchers beyond the Mortal Threads. You have defied fate, consumed power unmeant for mortals."
"And now, we offer you the next piece."
Kael raised an eyebrow. "Why help me?"
"Because you are a blade. And blades must be sharpened if they are to slay gods."
A dark scroll unfurled before him, glowing with abyssal glyphs.
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[System Alert]
Abyss Contract Detected
Accepting this pact will unlock:
· Realmwalker Ability
· Forbidden Archive Access
· Skill: [Abyssal Pulse] – A shockwave of Void that destabilizes realm boundaries
Warning: Accepting the Abyss mark may draw the gaze of the Eternal Orders.
Accept Pact? [YES] [NO]
Kael didn't hesitate.
[YES]
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[Void Evolution Begins…]
As he accepted the pact, the air around him cracked like glass.
Reality itself bent, reshaping the laws around his core. A third Void ring ignited within his chest, spinning faster and faster until it vanished inside him.
A mark burned itself onto the back of his hand—three vertical lines crossing a circle of black flame.
His vision blurred.
Voices screamed in forgotten tongues. Images of stars dying, gods bleeding, and realms imploding flashed before his eyes.
Then—stillness.
---
[System Update]
You have entered the Abyssal Tier
Void Authority: Stage II – Shadowheart Ascendant
New Trait Unlocked: Realmwalker – You can now phase between minor realms and spiritual layers.
Skill Gained: Abyssal Pulse
Forbidden Archive Access: GRANTED
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Kael opened his eyes, sweat beading on his brow.
He looked at his hands—darker now, pulsing with invisible gravity. Power hummed in his veins, singing like a dark symphony.
"Now… I'm ready to move beyond this rotten realm."
He stepped into a mirror of shadow—a portal between dimensions—and vanished.
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[Meanwhile – In the Heavenblade Continent]
In a towering spire far across the continent, cloaked sages stood around a golden orb that pulsed in alarm.
"The Void Heir has breached Abyssal Tier," one of them whispered.
"The balance will collapse."
"Should we send the Inquisitors?"
"No," said the High Oracle. "Let him rise… So when he falls, the world will remember who dared defy the heavens."
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[Back in the Draven Clan]
Lysar awoke in a cold sweat, the wound in his shoulder still smoldering.
Elder Marrik leaned over him.
"You lost," the old man hissed. "You let the Void return."
"He's not Kael anymore," Lysar s
aid hoarsely. "He's something else."
Elder Marrik clenched his jaw.
"Then prepare, boy. The clans will demand blood. And the heavens—vengeance."