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Chapter 87 - Chapter 87: The Depths of Despair

Maxus stumbled forward, his heart pounding in his chest as he desperately tried to put distance between himself and the formidable creature that pursued him. The creature, a manifestation of malevolence and darkness, bore an aura that chilled Maxus to his core. Its crimson eyes burned with a sinister light, and its sword, wreathed in a swirling mist of shadows, seemed to hunger for his demise.

As Maxus sprinted through the Abyss, the ground beneath him quaked with each thunderous step of the pursuing creature. Floating islands, suspended in the void, offered temporary refuge as he skillfully leaped from one to another, narrowly evading the destructive swings of the creature's sword. The impact of each strike shattered the islands, sending debris flying into the abyssal depths.

In the midst of his harrowing escape, Maxus fought to regain his composure. He knew that in order to survive, he had to tap into his untapped potential, to unlock the hidden reserves of strength that lay dormant within him. The gravity of the situation pressed upon his mind, fueling his determination to rise above his current limitations.

But as Maxus raced forward, a searing pain tore through his body as the creature closed the distance with incredible speed. In a blur of motion, the creature materialized behind him, driving its sword deep into his back. The excruciating pain paralyzed him, leaving him vulnerable and gasping for breath.

Blood spewed from Maxus's lips as he coughed violently, the force of the blow reverberating through his body. The realization of his dire situation crashed down upon him like a tidal wave. The creature, seemingly relishing in his suffering, withdrew its sword, its malicious grin etched upon its grotesque visage.

With a powerful kick, the creature sent Maxus hurtling through the air, his body spiraling out of control. The void swallowed him, as he descended into the unfathomable depths of the Abyss. Fear gripped his heart, intermingled with an unwavering determination not to succumb to the darkness that surrounded him.

As Maxus fell, the swirling mists of the Abyss enveloped him, a suffocating embrace that distorted his senses. The sound of his own ragged breathing mingled with the ethereal whispers that echoed through the chasm. He braced himself for the impact, a moment of surrender to the merciless fate that awaited him.

Yet, amidst the suffocating darkness, a flicker of resilience ignited within Maxus. He refused to surrender to despair, to let the creature's malevolence extinguish his spirit. With sheer force of will, he summoned his remaining strength, channeling it into a surge of energy that erupted from within.

Maxus's body twisted in the air, his descent slowing as he broke through the abyssal mists. He reached out, grasping onto a protruding ledge of a crumbling floating island, his fingers scraping against the jagged surface. With a surge of determination, he hauled himself up, his muscles straining against the weight of his battered body.

Though battered and bloodied, Maxus refused to yield. The fall into the abyss had only steeled his resolve to become stronger, to confront the darkness that threatened his world. With grim determination, he clutched his obsidian sword tightly, vowing to rise from the depths and reclaim his destiny.

The journey ahead would be treacherous, filled with untold dangers and unimaginable horrors. But Maxus, driven by a newfound determination and the taste of his own blood, was prepared to face whatever lay in his path. The abyss had tested his limits, but it had not broken his spirit. Rising to his feet, he pressed forward, leaving the abyssal depths behind as he embarked on a path that would lead him to the ultimate confrontation with the forces of darkness.