Alex was struggling.
Even with the [Threads of Fate] guiding him, he could barely keep up with Varyn.
The threads showed him what Varyn was about to do, giving him a glimpse of the future, but it wasn’t enough.
Varyn’s current form was grotesque, a monstrous amalgamation of power and darkness.
The sheer number of golden threads surrounding him made it nearly impossible for Alex to track every movement.
Every second felt like a battle against time itself.
If Alex hesitated for even a moment, if he made a single mistake, it would all be over.
The golden spark in his vision flickered more intensely now, a sign that something was coming.
Alex’s mind screamed at him, begging for the [Wielder of the Blade of Destiny] to manifest.
He could feel it: something was forming, something powerful.
But it was taking too long.
The golden spark was growing, but not fast enough.
Alex’s thoughts raced.
Is it because of the Abyss?
Is this place slowing it down?
He didn’t have time to dwell on it.
He just needed to hold on.
He needed to survive long enough for the spark to fully form.
Meanwhile, the Undead King was also losing his battle.
The confidence he had shown earlier was crumbling under the weight of the Abyss’s power.
In this domain, Varyn’s chosen realm, the Undead King’s skills were no match.
The Abyss amplified Varyn’s strength, making him nearly unstoppable.
The Undead King fought valiantly, but it was clear he was outmatched.
Both Alex and the Undead King were being pushed to their limits, with no clear way to turn the tide.
Thirty seconds passed.
To Alex, it felt like an eternity.
The voices in his mind returned, whispering, taunting.
The [Abyss Watchers] were back, their presence growing stronger as they tried to consume him once more.
But Alex pushed them aside.
He couldn’t afford to be distracted.
Not now.
Varyn, however, was growing impatient.
“Alright,” he sighed, his voice dripping with disdain.
“This is just going to be endless at this point.”
“Might as well end it.”
The God of the Abyss knew about the [Threads of Fate].
He knew Alex had likely regained too many Destiny Points by now, which meant this battle could drag on indefinitely unless one of them faltered.
Varyn was confident in his stamina, he was in his domain, after all, fueled by the power of countless souls.
But he didn’t feel like wasting any more time.
He wanted this over with.
“Goodbye,” Varyn muttered.
His grotesque form shifted.
The giant mouth that served as his head began to emanate a strange, ominous aura.
Something was charging.
Something powerful.
Alex could see the golden outlines of the attack forming, but he couldn’t react fast enough.
[WARNING! HE IS GOING TO USE HIS FORBIDDEN SKILL!]
Alex’s mind raced.
What? A forbidden skill?
He didn’t have time to process the warning before Varyn’s attack activated.
ETERNAL ABYSS!
The moment the skill took effect, the golden outlines that had been Alex’s only way of seeing disappeared.
Darkness enveloped him completely.
System notifications flashed in his mind, each one more devastating than the last.
[All your senses have been removed.]
[You are blind and deaf.]
Tendrils of dark energy swirled around Alex, weighing him down.
The pressure was unbearable.
He couldn’t see.
He couldn’t hear.
He couldn’t even feel the ground beneath him.
He was completely vulnerable.
Before he could even attempt to react, he felt a sharp, searing pain.
SLASH!
“ARGH—”
Alex’s cry was cut short.
[You have died.]
DESTINY SHIFT!
[Undoing death.]
Alex’s body reformed, but he was far from safe.
He only had 92 Destiny Points left, and they were dwindling fast.
Every time he died, he lost more.
Every time he revived, he was immediately struck down again.
Slash! Slash!
Destiny Shift! Destiny Shift!
[72 Destiny Points left.]
Shit…
Alex’s mind was a whirlwind of panic.
This was a god’s forbidden skill, something that couldn’t be avoided or escaped.
He was trapped, and he knew it.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
[Reviving…]
With the little time he had left, Alex tried to think.
He needed a plan, a way out.
He activated the [Threads of Fate] again, but the system denied him.
[The threads will not appear on an opponent you cannot see, plus, you have been cursed by “Eternal Abyss.”]
Damn it!
Alex’s frustration boiled over.
He tried to read the description of the skill, hoping to find a weakness.
[Eternal Abyss (Forbidden Skill)]
[Description: If Varyn is inside of the Abyss, and is in his ultimate/true form, then he will be able to use this skill once enough time passes and the darkness around the other person increases.]
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[This skill will cloud their vision, hearing, and render them powerless, in addition to that, their stats will be reduced by 99%, making them a free target, no matter what.]
[Once this skill is activated on someone, Varyn will undeniably win against them, even if they are a God.]
There was no way out.
The skill was absolute.
Alex’s stats were reduced to almost nothing.
He was powerless.
Slash! Slash!
[22 Destiny Points left.]
“YOU WILL DIE!”
The voice echoed in Alex’s mind.
It was Varyn, taunting him.
“I KNOW YOU CAN’T KEEP THIS UP FOR LONG!”
Alex didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
He was deaf, blind, and utterly defeated.
The hope he had been clinging to was slipping away.
There was no loophole, no trick to escape the Eternal Abyss.
It was a skill worthy of a god, and Varyn was no ordinary god.
Alex had always thought of him as the weakest of the gods, but that was only true on the surface.
Here, in the Abyss, Varyn’s power was unmatched.
He was easily among the top ten strongest gods.
Slash!
And again…
Slash!
[Reviving…]
[2 Destiny Points left.]
Alex was out of options.
He couldn’t revive himself anymore.
He couldn’t defend himself.
It was over.
“I can see that you’re scared now,” Varyn’s voice mocked him.
“You can’t revive yourself anymore, can you?”
Alex remained silent.
There was nothing left to say.
“And look…”
Varyn’s voice was filled with cruel amusement.
Suddenly, a dark vision appeared in Alex’s mind.
It was the Undead King, lying on the ground, defeated.
Lorien stood over him, victorious.
The Undead King’s head had been severed.
Lorien wiped the sweat from his brow and knelt before Varyn.
“It is done, Varyn,” Lorien said.
“We can corrupt him to turn him into a puppet.”
Even Lorien, who had served Varyn faithfully, kept his distance from the God of the Abyss’s true form.
It was too grotesque, too terrifying to approach.
“Very well,” Varyn nodded.
He raised his two scythes, infusing them with abyssal magic.
“He can’t revive himself.”
“This is the final blow.”
Alex couldn’t hear their conversation, but Varyn allowed him to see it in his mind.
It was a final act of cruelty, a way to crush any remaining hope Alex had.
The Undead King was gone.
Alex was alone.
Varyn slowly advanced toward Alex.
He saw himself, unmoving, a tense expression on his face.
He was helpless, waiting for death to come.
Varyn crouched down, pressing his scythes against Alex’s neck.
“I can see your mind,” Varyn whispered.
“And look at those you cherish.”
“The Abyss will spread everywhere.”
Alex’s rage burned within him, but he was powerless to act.
“So long, Chosen One of Destiny.”
Varyn raised both scythes.
And then, with a swift, merciless motion, he brought them down.