Some doors are not opened to enter…
but to be buried.
The abyss is not a place.
It is a starving creature,
breathing fear,
feeding on screams.
Whoever takes a step here
leaves behind their name, their face, their prayers…
and what remains
is something that wants to survive
even if it must become a monster.
Today…
it is not a girl descending into hell.
Today—
hell will learn who has come to slaughter it.
Chapter Ten: Abyss of Greed
Iskara enters the abyss…
Her face is pale, empty of feeling, as if emotions had abandoned her long ago.
The air itself was sick.
Every breath that entered her chest carried an unseen poison, a black energy crawling into the lungs like smoke.
The darkness was dense, heavy, even the light seemed afraid to remain.
Suddenly…
The shadows moved.
Hordes of demons rushed toward her, red eyes, open mouths, screams tearing the silence apart.
But…
Not one of them succeeded in touching her.
She moved lightly, with familiar grace, her sword shining in the darkness.
Every strike… took a soul.
Every step… left a corpse.
The massacre moved with rhythm.
As if she were playing the violin,
and the demons… were the strings.
Their screams became melody.
Their fall… a tune.
She advanced, her expression unchanged.
Until she arrived.
A عظيمة castle rose in the heart of the abyss, its gates like the mouths of beasts waiting to swallow.
She stood before the door.
Before she could touch it—
It opened.
Slowly…
And a voice swept across the abyss from end to end, a voice carrying the arrogance of centuries:
"O heads of misery, humble yourselves and kneel, and before the King of Greed submit!"
The echo struck the walls, repeated, then fell upon her.
Yes…
He was the new king of the abyss.
The right hand of the Lord of Darkness.
She entered.
Her steps were heavy, yet firm.
He sat upon his throne, looking at her from above, eyes filled with contempt.
He said mockingly:
"So you are the daughter of that weak one… the former King of the Abyss.
I hated your father, and I promised him I would take revenge on the dearest thing to his heart."
Suddenly—
A shadow appeared beside her.
Her father.
A sarcastic smile on his face, a quiet laugh but sharp as a blade.
He said:
"Do you remember when you polished my shoe?"
The silence… broke.
The veins of the King of Greed bulged.
The faces of his followers froze.
His dignity… stolen in a moment.
Anger erupted inside him like a volcano.
He shouted to restore his prestige:
"Grant your mortal soul the honor of obeying me!"
But Iskara…
Did not tremble.
Calm covered her like a shroud.
She said, in a high, steady voice:
"Beg me later so that I may spare you."
And in the next instant—
The battle exploded.
The King of Greed charged like a storm.
A blow that could erase an army, yet it passed beside her.
She dodged it.
But his speed… was terrifying.
An attack from the right.
From above.
From behind.
The air tore around her.
She was barely dodging, with difficulty.
The distance closed.
The swords collided.
Sparks burst.
And suddenly—
A direct punch.
Her face snapped back.
Blood poured from her nose heavily.
She stepped back…
Paused for a second…
Then returned.
Her eyes did not break.
She stabbed him in the chest.
Nothing.
Another stab.
Nothing.
As if she were striking a mountain.
He growled, then kicked her with all his strength.
Her body flew.
She crashed into the wall.
The stones behind her cracked, then collapsed.
She fell to the ground, blood flowing, bones screaming.
But she… stood.
She did not use her powers.
And the Reverse…
Did not work.
Because he did not get hurt.
He smiled.
Then suddenly—
He stabbed her hand.
The pain was shocking.
Her body began to decay before her eyes, as if life was being pulled from her thread by thread.
The flowers on his armor began to bloom.
He said with sick joy:
"Bon appétit, my flowers."
But…
What he did not expect…
Was that the will… had not died.
Behind him, a voice.
Her voice.
"Immortality… or death."
He turned.
Her body was regenerating.
Flesh returning, blood igniting, bones fusing.
She raised her head.
"O Eye of Truth… show me what is hidden."
The world slowed.
And she saw.
His soul…
Inside one of the flowers.
She pulled her sword.
Focused.
Whispered:
"Fangs of Ruin."
She vanished.
She split the sound.
She appeared before him—
And stabbed the blind spot.
His eyes widened.
His soul began to fade…
Little by little.
And he ended.
But—
The price came immediately.
Iskara's eyes began to bleed violently.
The pain was beyond description.
She screamed.
She laughed.
She did not know what to do.
The demons around her fled, terrified of the horrific sight.
The fires of hell devoured her from within.
Her body was shattered, her soul burning.
And in a faint voice, barely heard, she whispered:
"A blessing… or a curse…?
Heh… it makes no difference, as long as it grants me power."
The King of Greed has fallen…
yet the abyss remains far from silent.
In a depth darker than darkness itself,
someone watches.
Eyes unseen, a heart without mercy, and a breath boiling with darkness.
Every step she takes, every breath she draws…
it knows.
A cold smile forms in the shadows,
gleaming like hidden blades, waiting for the moment.
The silence groans, the abyss twists, as if it knows the coming is no human—
but a true catastrophe.
The countdown has begun…
and the awaited encounter approaches…
Something greater, something deadly, something… unstoppable,
waits, with lethal patience, for the reckoning to come.