When the Abyss Answers
Chapter 27
I see... so this is how I die.
Eidolon lay motionless in his own pool of blood, warmth slowly fading as the cold crept deeper into his bones.
"Haha..."
A broken laugh escaped his lips.
"It's really funny..."
Who would've thought?
The same me who was shouting about surviving-who refused to kneel, who cursed fate itself-was now surrendering quietly into the cold, bony hands of death.
"So this is death..." Eidolon murmured weakly, as if he could feel dry skeletal fingers resting gently against his face.
His vision dimmed.
"I... I really want to live..."
His voice cracked.
"Why... why is this always happening to me?!"
His scream tore through the arena as his fingers clawed uselessly at the blood-soaked stone.
"Why-why-why-WHY!"
Each question dragged him deeper, pulling him down into an endless abyss where light did not exist.
Then-
Silence.
The entire coliseum went deathly still.
No laughter.
No whispers.
No breath.
Every pair of eyes locked onto Eidolon's broken body.
Even the Elders froze.
Their pupils shrank in shock.
W-what... are they looking at?
A heavy sound shattered the silence.
THUD.
The chairs of the Elders toppled backward as they all stood up at once, the sheer force of their movement sending them crashing to the floor.
"No..."
One voice trembled.
"I-it's not possible..."
The Elder with the number 2 stitched onto his cloak stared down in disbelief, his face pale.
"How can a human wield such overwhelming negative energy...?"
A wave of murmurs erupted from the spectators.
"What is that...?"
"Is that really a child?"
"Even the Supreme Elder looks shaken..."
"STOP HIM!" Elder #2 roared, panic finally breaking through his authority.
"Stop him now! He'll end all life as we know it if this continues-kill him immediately!"
Weapons flew.
Swords.
Spears.
Blades of light.
They came from all directions, spinning toward Eidolon's neck.
They're all the same...
All of them... those evil bastards...
Eidolon slowly lifted his head, eyes dull yet burning with something far deeper than rage.
"I..." His lips trembled.
"I wish..."
The blades closed in.
"I wish they'd all drop dead."
He meant it.
Not as a curse.
Not as a threat.
As a prayer.
In that very moment-
Time stopped.
The flying swords froze mid-air.
Dust hung motionless.
Sound vanished.
Eidolon felt it.
Something had answered.
The air behind him warped, as if reality itself was bowing. Footsteps echoed-not loud, not hurried-but heavy with certainty.
Something was walking toward him.
Not rushed.
Not cautious.
Careless.
As though nothing in existence could threaten it.
A presence pressed down on the world-ancient, absolute, crushing. It felt like standing beneath a sky made of bones, like staring into an endless pit that stared back.
Eidolon's heart skipped.
Whatever it was...
It wasn't alive.
It wasn't dead either.
It was authority-the kind that decides fates without asking permission.
A shadow stretched forward, taller than the coliseum walls, its form flickering between flame and void, crowned by something unseen yet undeniable.
And though no name was spoken-
Every soul present understood one thing:
Something that should never answer prayers...
Had just arrived.
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