Shadow of the Abyss

Thanatos stared cautiously at the Crow. Despite its small stature, he could sense a great surge of power flowing through its veins.

[Divine Being, PIercing Owl, is disturbed by that that Essence]

[Divine Sin, Archeon seeks to sample that Essence]

"A Crow?" Said Thanatos, taking another step back from Altair as he began to hover off the ground, bleeding the aura of the Vale. He watched the nodes of essence begin to glob together like light liquified, forming a crown around the prince.

The ground began to quiver, parting, unable to contain his might. From the earth that blocked the skies, the boulders came crashing down, striking the ruined kingdom like rain. Eruptions resounded high and low, bellowing towards the skies.

They came like a great fold. As if a shadow had clouded the four moons of Yarwin, demons of all kinds came crashing down.

"Oh Shit," Ren muttered, picking herself off the rubble. She looked towards the demons flooding downwards. And then to Altair as strange tattoos began to tread up his cheeks.

She shuddered.

[Ding]

[Desolate Abyss Activated]

[Multiplier: 3x]

[Necrotic Flame Activated]

Name: Altair Blackwood

Mana Circle: [Third Circle 99%]

Class: [Prince of the Vale Lv 74]

Strength: 301 → 903

Dexterity: 310 → 930

Constitution: 330 →990

Wisdom: 346 → 1038

Charisma: 298 → 894

Mana: 150 → 300

A/N: 1500

As his aura billowed adjoined with the [Will of the Abyss] descended, a baleful of an ancient throne hung behind Altair as he opened in scarlet eyes towards the demons. A surge of heat came from below his domain as something both new and old came into being.

[Second Seal of Fallen Moon Perfection Unlocked]

[Ding]

Fallen Moon Imperfection

Type: Vale Physique

Effect 1: Almighty Resistance

Effect 2: Vale Qi [Unlocked]

Effect 3: Sealed

Effect 4: Sealed

Effect 5: Sealed

Effect 6: Sealed

Effect 7: Sealed

Effect 8: Sealed

Effect 9: Sealed

[DING]

[Heart of Darkness is feeding on the Vale]

[Realm of Spirit is Opening]

[DING]

[Dark Moon Blade → Sword of the Vale]

[Enimatic Step → Desolate Decent]

With his nose bleeding endlessly from the sudden influx of knowledge, Altair felt his head about to explode. He roared, clutching his skull so hard his fingers drew blood, as no one dared move. Be it man or demon, none dared to breathe as Altair\'s aura kept on rising.

[DING]

[Error Uknown Source Detected]

[Dantian has been formed]

Iliana summoned her sword, frowning, unsure if Altair\'s body would be able to handle the amount of power he was channeling. She could feel the Vale Qi becoming more corporeal with each passing second.

She stared at the throne behind him and creased her brows. "That\'s the thing supplying him with power." She said, about to move when the three-eye crow landed on his shoulder.

"You\'ll die if you don\'t release that energy," said The Three Eye Crow, studying the demons in front of him. "And what luck, you\'ve got targets. Let your heart run wild."

However, Altair didn\'t look at anyone but Reina as he appeared beside her in a flash of radiance. He touched her chest and watched with fascination as another throne emerged behind her.

It was smaller, slender as if to fit the frame of a woman. But as the Three-Eye Crowed stared at it and then down at Altair, something seemed to click in its mind as it bowed.

In a flash, two iridescent wings sprang out of Reina\'s back, illuminating the skies. Of Obsidian black and Snow white, they bore down over the demons. Her hair sprang to a vibrant red as it danced through the winds, wrenching at their clothes. Reina felt a similar heat below her navel as dozens of system messages began to fill her screen.

"Altair, what\'s going on?"

"He has shared his authority with you," The Three Eye Crow said calmly. "Now set out and kill before you become a fine mist. You\'d best use your most powerful attacks. I wouldn\'t want the Princess of the Vale to Perish before she\'s been crowned."

Touching her dantian beginning to burn, Reina exchanged glances with Altiar\'s pained expression.

"Altair, hurry up!" Iliana shouted. " The Realm of Spirit is too much for your mind right now. Deplete all forms of energy you have in your body now!"

Paler then snow, Altair clenched his teeth, feeling an influx of information expanding within his mind. Information of Dao, Aspects, Lords of Hell, Archangels of the Eternal Heavens. As if history of past and present was unraveling through his mind, swallowing him whole. He fell to his knees, shivering as blood began to leak from his eyes and ears.

"Thanatos!" Iliana shouted, turning to see him barely standing beneath [Will of the Abyss]. "We—"

Before she could finish, Iliana turned towards the skies, eyeing the mighty black dragon batting its rotting wings. She cursed, noticing it had a fifth-level spell already prepped.

"Oh shit"

"Imperium of Baelfire"

Watching a sphere of magical energy spring from out of thin air, lined with hundreds of Infernal Runes spiraling around its arcs. Altair groaned, bleeding from his five orifices, and stood to his feet. He summoned his grimoire.

Shadow Cage, he invoked

And for a single instance, everything froze. Seized by hundreds of thousands of dark-like tendrils, they twisted around the spell, pausing for it less than a breath in time for Altair to cast his second spell twice.

"Enma"

Double-casting most spells, emptying both his circles, Altair unloaded everything he had, bellowing a cry so deep the flickers of his crest flashed through his pupils as he poured his heart and soul into his spell.

Black, emerald light, the size of mountains, erupted with such ferocity the world seemed to crackle, parting or perhaps folding as two beams of light detonated against the tier-five spell.

Boooooooooooooooooooooom~

The explosion came in a mushroom cloud so large those across the world felt the shockwave alongside the pillar of the light connecting the heavens to the earth.

***

Upon his throne, the Second Monarch of Hell sat trembling with such a destructive might skin began to peel from off his knuckles as the elements of hell began to recede.

"Get me a list of the Seven Tower Masters. I swear I\'m going to kill every last one of those bastards who thought this was fair."

On her knee, Aynaet bowed her head to her Master. "the pressure is sufficient, my lord."

The Ashen King looked at her coldly. "each spell level doubles in power. And my child was attacked with an infernal spell. Do you expect me to believe that?"

"You are being emotional, my lord. Altair is fine. A little battered but safe. Not to mention Iliana is there. Even you can\'t beat her."

"... I can take her… maybe," he muttered, with a hint of a blush on his ears. "I don\'t like it. Where is—\'\' Frowning, both Arsene and Aynaet turned to find a familiar face in his throne room. There had been few who could arrive within his court without being heralded in and fewer who could teleport in.

"Tene!" Arsene acknowledged, rising to his feet, only to frown, seeing blood racing down her nose.

He flickered to her side, catching her as her body seemingly lost all her strength.

"damn it, Tene… I told you to go to the Abyss." Arsene whispered in a gentle kiss across her lips, looking down at her gaunt expression pale of color.

"I… Tenebrae… gave birth to a son," she whispered, touching her belly as prideful tears swell within her pearly black eyes. She laughed, her face withering before the king\'s very eyes.

She looked so thin now. Yet her beauty seemed all the more radiant.

"Sene… I… want to meet our son. I… want to see Reina… his queen… I want to see their child."

\'I don\'t want to die.\' The words caught itself on her tongue. She wondered if she was being too greedy. Too—she smiled.

"Take me to him."

"Aynaet, go tell Freya to run while. She\'s my permission to slaughter old and new gods alike. Have them tear open the seal around Yarwin. Let\'s see how those of Babes Tower fare when it comes to the Shadowfell."

The Ashen King laughed, admiring the audacity of the Masters of Babel\'s Tower. He glanced at Aynaet and vanished with Tenebrae in his arms.

The King of the Second Layer sighed. "The Young Master was supposed to return after Aria Silvermane died. Those were the terms. But somehow… that fell through when he took her soul. How he was able to strip authority from a Fallen Angel, I can\'t be sure, but either way, she died. He should have been booted out of the dungeon.

Seems like someone within the tower is playing favorites or is working for Astaroth."

Aynaet\'s expression lifted, turning to the image of the crater that echoed on for miles into the horizon, slowly being filled with water from the nearby sea. The waters surged, circling her young master and his mate. Around them, an iridescent glimmer of black light blurred around them like a long ribbon before taking the shape of a crow… and then a young woman.