The morning mist curled around the edges of the training field like ghosts refusing to leave.
Sweat dripped down Kairis's neck as he stood shirtless in the open grounds, the faint hum of gravity energy rippling around him. His palms pulsed with violet and obsidian light — two energies fighting for dominance.
He exhaled slowly, feeling the pressure build within his core. Gravity Field: Compression Mode.
The earth beneath him groaned, warping slightly, small pebbles and bits of metal rising as though drawn by unseen hands.
A sudden spark of void energy lashed out, tearing a faint scar in space before it closed.
He smirked. Still unstable… but better than yesterday.
Kaiyara's voice echoed from across the field, calm but firm.
> "You're improving fast, Kairis. But you're overusing the void path again — balance it with your physical center. The Void feeds on excess."
He nodded, inhaling deeply as his aura subsided.
Kaiyara watched with crossed arms — black combat suit, silver hair bound tightly, eyes gleaming with quiet pride. She had taken it upon herself to oversee his growth, and though their personalities clashed, their synergy was undeniable.
A notification blinked across his wristband — the sleek, obsidian device linked directly to the Awakeners Association main network.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and tapped it.
> [Priority Mission Request – Rank: Crimson Level]
Origin: Awakeners Association – Global Command
Target Location: Continent Vardra – Gravepoint City
Threat Classification: Mutated Horde / Aberrant Type
Objective: Reinforcement. Full Annihilation Protocol.
His expression hardened. "Vardra…"
Kaiyara approached, scanning the data as the digital map flickered into view above his palm — red zones expanding across the continent's surface.
> "That's not just a breach. That's a full outbreak."
Kairis clenched his fists. "Then I'll end it."
Vardra Continent – 14 Hours Later
The airship broke through the dark clouds, revealing what was once a proud industrial sector — now reduced to rot and ruin.
Gravepoint lay beneath like a corpse of steel, its skyscrapers cracked open, streets lined with burnt-out vehicles, and the faint echo of the undead groaning through the storm.
The pilot spoke through the comms.
> "Touchdown in thirty. Radiation interference is rising, Commander. This place… it's dead."
> "Not for long," Kairis replied.
He stood near the hatch, fully geared — black combat attire laced with gravity runes, void-thread gloves that shimmered faintly under the dim light.
The emblem of the Awakeners Alliance gleamed on his shoulder — a symbol of unity forged in chaos.
As the ship descended, his mind drifted to the stories — the old reports that tried to make sense of how all this began.
The media called it The End. The historians called it The Fall.
But survivors… called it Apocalypse Black.
The Day the Sky Burned Black Origin-
It started eleven months ago.
Humanity had thrived under false peace — wars ended, technology bloomed, and science reached its zenith. Then, the "Black Sky" event occurred.
A cosmic anomaly — a wave of dark radiation — swept through Earth's atmosphere for three minutes and forty-two seconds. Every satellite, every system, every bit of AI infrastructure collapsed.
When the radiation cleared, people began to die… and then stand again.
But they weren't themselves.
The infection wasn't viral — it was energetic. It devoured the soul first, rewriting the essence of life. Corpses rose as Blackborn, named for the strange, shimmering black veins that pulsed across their skin.
The first generation were slow, mindless feeders — called Stage I – Shamblers.
But within days, they evolved. Mutations began.
Some absorbed residual energy from the dark wave — gaining speed, strength, even grotesque intelligence. These were called:
Stage II – Reavers: Feral, fast, capable of limited pack coordination.
Stage III – Aberrants: Possessing regenerative ability, often with bone-like armor plating.
Stage IV – Titans: Mutated giants formed from the fusion of multiple undead.
Stage V – Abyssal Class: Rare, intelligent, and dangerously unpredictable.
The darkness that covered the world on that first day — thick, choking, and unnatural — was so absolute it blotted out the sun for a full day.
That's when survivors began calling it Apocalypse Black.
A requiem for the old world.
Present – Gravepoint City
Kairis landed on a broken overpass, scanning the surroundings.
His HUD displayed faint life signals — faint, flickering… human.
He opened comms.
> "This is Kairis Ash, Apostle of Void, responding to distress call."
Static. Then —
> "—Ash? Thank the stars! This is Captain Veil of the Vanguard Unit! We're pinned near the southern barricade — there's an Aberrant swarm incoming! We can't hold them much longer!"
> "Hold position. I'm on my way."
He leapt off the bridge, activating Gravity Shift. His body blurred, pressure waves distorting the air as he moved like a meteor through the ruins.
Black ichor splattered beneath his boots as he cut through a cluster of Reavers.
He materialized near the barricade — flames, smoke, and gunfire everywhere.
Five soldiers fought desperately, surrounded by dozens of twisted figures with elongated limbs and snapping jaws.
> "Tch… reinforcement my ass," one soldier growled, firing his pulse rifle. "They sent one guy?"
Before he could finish, Kairis's presence shifted. His eyes glowed faint violet — The Void Within activating.
A silent pulse spread out, warping gravity itself. The ground caved slightly as dozens of undead were crushed into dust in an instant.
The squad froze.
Veil, the captain — tall, dark-haired, wielding a plasma glaive — exhaled in awe.
> "Holy—… remind me never to doubt the Association again."
Kairis didn't reply. His focus was on the tremor — the faint, rhythmic thud in the distance.
Then he saw it.
A massive shadow emerging from the smoke.
Bone wings stretched out, obsidian scales slick with black ichor, its eyes burning crimson.
A Zombie Dragon. The same type he'd faced weeks ago — but this one was different.
It roared, shaking the ground, the black flames spilling from its maw lighting the ruins in ghostly light.
> "Everyone, fall back!" Kairis commanded, stepping forward.
He extended his hand — the void flared open like a dark star, swallowing light itself.
> "Let the abyss remember your form."
A gravity pulse exploded outward, pulling the undead into its center before collapsing in silence.
The world dimmed for a moment — then erupted.
The dragon lunged. He raised his arm, deflecting its claws with a barrier of compressed gravity, but the force sent him flying through a crumbled wall.
> "Damn… that thing's faster than before," he muttered, blood trailing from his lip.
He stood again, aura darkening — mixing the pressure of gravity with the devouring nature of the void.
His stats flickered across his interface:
[PLAYER STATUS – LVL 10]
Name: Kairis Ash
Class: Gravity Warrior (Subclass: Apostle of Void)
HP: 1210 / 1210
Strength: 28
Agility: 26
Endurance: 27
Intelligence: 24
Perception: 23
Mana: 30
Skills:
Void Edge – Condense void energy into physical blades.
Gravity Field – Manipulate gravitational intensity within a radius.
Spatial Pulse – Short-range teleport through compressed void space.
Micro Black hole - Allows him to create small/miniature Black hole or a singularity of collapse.
Abyssal Resonance (Locked) – ???
He smirked faintly. "Let's test my new stats then."
He dashed forward, each step creating a shockwave. The dragon roared, spewing black fire — he spun, conjuring a gravitational vortex that bent the flames around him.
With a roar of his own, he struck upward — void energy slicing clean through the dragon's neck in a brilliant explosion of black and violet.
Silence followed. Then the dragon's massive body fell, shaking the city as it hit the ground.
The squad emerged slowly, stunned.
Captain Veil walked forward, his voice trembling slightly.
> "That… was insane."
Kairis exhaled, glancing up at the darkened sky. "Another day in Apocalypse Black."
He didn't notice the small recording drone hovering above the ruins — broadcasting the entire battle to the world network.
By the time he returned to the airship, his face was already trending on every channel.
The Apostle of Void had gone viral.