The silence after the storm was deceptive. Shards of abyssal energy still shimmered in the air, faintly humming like dying stars. The battlefield—once an endless whirlpool of chaos—now looked like the broken shell of something ancient and dangerous.
Vemy stood at the center, his chest heaving, his aura flickering violently. The Abyssal Vanish still clung to him, but it felt… unstable. Like the void itself was resisting his control.
Master Kael's voice echoed from the shadows of Vemy's mind.
"You've cracked the shell of the abyss. But every fracture is an omen, boy. What breaks can also awaken."
A shiver crawled down Vemy's spine. He could feel it—something watching. Not the enemy he just defeated, not the lingering specters, but something deeper. A consciousness beneath the abyss.
Before he could dwell on it, footsteps echoed.
From the jagged ruins stepped a figure cloaked in pale blue flame, his presence forcing the abyssal mist to recoil. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but the voice that followed carried a weight sharp enough to cut silence in half.
"You've taken a path you cannot turn back from," the stranger said. "The Abyssal Vanish isn't a weapon—it's a summoning. And every time you use it, the fracture widens."
Vemy narrowed his eyes, fists tightening.
"Who the hell are you?"
The stranger chuckled, though there was no humor in it.
"Think of me as the last warning you'll ever receive."
A surge of pressure slammed down, heavier than anything Vemy had faced yet. His knees buckled, the air splintered, and for the first time… the abyss inside him whispered not in power, but in fear.
And then the ground beneath them cracked, glowing with symbols older than the abyss itself.
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We end here with the mysterious cloaked figure + the ominous hint that Vemy's power is waking something bigger.