Chapter 512
Chapter 512
Being "erased." Centered on where Adora stood, everything reverted to nothingness. However. 'Not perfect.' It was not true nothingness. The darkness he had erased did not vanish—it was absorbed into her Abyss. The Abyss. Neither light nor dark, but the primordial before all. Where all concepts are born and return—an infinite possibility, and the grave of all things. Adora, the Abyss Witch, wielded that infinity. But. 'Wielding it and becoming it are different.' The Pitch-Black Lord intuited it. Adora, freshly freed from her seal, was in an unstable state. She could not fully control the Abyss's power—merely swinging it on instinct. Thus, there were gaps. If he hurled a "concept" too vast for her to handle all at once? Like a river overflowing its banks, her unstable Abyss would overload, run rampant, or collapse. [This is no true fight.] The Pitch-Black Lord frowned. It strayed far from what he desired. [Gather to me.] As the Pitch-Black Lord reached toward empty space, reality screamed and tore. Beyond it appeared one of his many territories under rule: the "Valley of Screams." There, his most loyal and mighty legions garrisoned the fortress. Tens of millions of elite demons gaped skyward in horror at the anomaly blotting the heavens. Their lord had summoned their world himself. "Great Lord!" "What has happened?!" [Become offerings.] At once. The entire Valley of Screams began compressing in the grip of a colossal shadowy hand. "Kaaaaah!" "Lord, why?!" The screams of tens of millions fused into one vast wail. Before they could grasp their god's betrayal, their flesh and souls mingled under the world-crushing pressure, morphing into a single massive lump. Mountains pulverized to dust, rivers evaporated, the earth crumpled like paper. One world, and the tens of millions of lives within—condensed in an instant into a "concept" within the Pitch-Black Lord's grasp. Soon, only a single pitch-black orb remained in his palm, devouring all light. The crystallized tragedy containing a world and all its history. [Now, try swallowing this too, Witch of the Abyss.] Grinning madly, the Pitch-Black Lord hurled the dark orb at Adora. The Abyss instinctively absorbs all. That massive lump of despair would be no exception. But digesting it would force Adora to take on tens of millions of deaths and their final curses directly into her soul. Could she bear that colossal karma? As predicted, Adora did not dodge the dark orb. No, she had no need to. She accepted the hurtling mass of despair as if it were the most natural thing, her expression unchanging. Shuuu.... The orb that had swallowed a world whole vanished tracelessly into her petite frame. Stagger. For the first time, the Abyss Witch faltered, losing her balance. Overwhelmed by the weight of despair the Pitch-Black Lord had flung. One world, the final curses and grudges spat by tens of millions of souls in death. That torrent of conceptual fury was far too vast for her freshly unsealed, unstable Abyss to bear fully. Into her vacant consciousness flooded tens of millions of deaths at once. Hatred for the lord who sacrificed them, lingering regrets for life, despair fading into eternal torment. All those emotions tangled into a colossal scream, shaking her existence to its roots. [Kuhahaha!] The Pitch-Black Lord's mad laughter rent the darkness. Now, all that remained was to devour that unstable chaos and be reborn the true king of darkness. The very moment he approached Adora, certain of victory. Wuuuuuum. The world resonated. No—not this small "Primordial Darkness" world, but the entire Abyss, nay, the foundations of all dimensions screamed and quaked. [W-What is this?!] The Pitch-Black Lord whirled in panic. The epicenter was Adora, who had been crumbling. Behind her, empty space tore, birthing a colossal "gate." It resembled no door of this world. Hundreds of millions of screaming souls twisted into its frame, flesh and bone warped into a handle, time itself solidified into the jamb. The aggregate of all apocalypses, the starting point of every end. The "Gate of the Abyss." And then. Creak... The door opened. At its center. Creeeeak. A massive "eye" slowly opened. That eye held no color, no form. Merely the Abyss itself, drawing in all. The Abyss's eye turned toward Adora. 'The true Abyss has opened its eye.' The aura flowing from the gate connected to the fading Adora like an umbilical cord. The tens of millions of curses and grudges eroding her surged into the Gate of the Abyss like a rapids. Adora's wavering form steadied once more. Fwooooosh! The Gate of the Abyss flew wide. With her at its core, the colossal Abyss behind it finally revealed its full form to this world. Chills raced across his skin. Flee, his instincts screamed. But. The Pitch-Black Lord's eyes blazed with madness. [Now we can have a proper fight!] He resolved to stake everything and devour that vast Abyss. [My darkness! My despair! All that is mine!] Gather to me. And let us devour that Abyss. However. It took no time to realize the impossibility. The Abyss was immense. The "Abyss" emerging from the gate defied imagination. If mere size were the issue, perhaps—but its very "rank" was on a level he'd never sensed. A scale transcending worlds. The giant lord Hecate would seem a child by comparison. The Abyss spread its hands. And then. Kabooooom! ...
It crushed the Pitch-Black Lord between its palms like swatting a fly. For one hailed as a great lord, it was a pathetic, hollow end.