When Kev awoke, he was no longer in Noctera.
The air was colder here. Heavy. Every breath tasted like smoke and metal. The sky overhead… wasn't a sky at all, but a yawning void. Floating mountains drifted in the distance, crackling with violet arcs of energy. Rivers of shadow bled down their sides, pooling into black lakes that shimmered without light.
He stood on obsidian sand.
Alone.
Then, the whisper came.
> [YOU HAVE ENTERED: THE SIXTH ABYSSAL REALM]
No explanation. No warning. Just that.
As a 6 years old boy that only knew suffering it was a opportunity that can be used to get stronger.
And then… they appeared.
Shadows.
Not just flickers or tricks of the eye—but figures. Dozens of them, rising from the ground, shaping themselves like broken people, without faces. More and more came, stretching across the endless black plain, until he was surrounded.
And then… the voices.
"THE BOY WHO FELL TOO EARLY."
"A SOUL TOO YOUNG FOR THIS PLACE."
"FLESH, MIND, AND SPIRIT — OURS."
They closed in.
Kev fell to his knees, clutching his head. The pressure—unbearable. Thoughts weren't his anymore. They pressed into him, memories not his own, languages that clawed against his sanity.
Then he opened his mouth—and chose.
"…Let's make a deal."
The voices froze.
"…A DEAL?"
He stood slowly, his red eyes unwavering.
"I'll survive. I'll learn. I'll become something… that even this abyss fears. In return, you don't break me."
Silence.
then he said again "I know u re trapped here and u want freedom I will give u , I am an wanderer .
After long endless silence .
Then, together—
"ACCEPTED."
> [CONTRACT FORMED: KEV — BEARER OF THE ABYSS]
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