'Abyss'
The depth of the Abyss is infinite. No one knows what lies at its bottom. They only know that the bottom must be inhabited by powerful beings that even the gods themselves cannot fathom.
And here, a woman with long red hair awakens. Her blue eyes glow in the darkness of the Abyss, in her grasp is a sword that is almost broken.
"Where is this?" She whispers in the silence.
She looks around but sees nothing. This place… It's too dark for her.
"O Aflàmē, Óiethe Mīsellä" she says, and then a flame appears in the palm of her hand, providing light.
Now she can see her surroundings well, but… Is it safe for her?
Ting-ting-tang
The sound of falling iron is heard not far from her.
The woman's instinct, Dellaide, says there is a threatening aura from behind the darkness. And she then takes a defensive stance, ready or not.
"Whoever it is, come out," she says, defying whoever is emitting the threatening aura.
There is no response, only the wind blowing from above with great force. Then, suddenly Dellaide's head is filled with strange music that makes her feel extremely sleepy.
Dellaide feels the music like fine threads surrounding her head, vibrating between her nerve cells and evoking a drowsiness that almost makes her lose consciousness. She grits her teeth, trying to resist the increasingly powerful and chaotic influence of the music.
"Shut up! Whoever you are, stop!" she screams, her voice hitting the dark walls.
The music slowly gets louder. Dellaide, starting to feel frustrated, recites her spell again. "Dē Arhtãliñ, Zhā'oīn Aflàmé." Then flames appear all over her body, burning her.
Now, the drowsiness in Dellaide's head is replaced by the burning sensation on her body. With her extraordinary regeneration and eternal flame, she continues to walk in the darkness of the Abyss.
'Abyss-2'
Dellaide keeps walking until she sees a staircase. She climbs the stairs, continuing to climb until her feet keep peeling and regenerating. Until, after thousands of hours of climbing the stairs without rest, Dellaide reaches a place inhabited by normal living beings.
A place where criminals are punished and made into slaves for forced labor.
One of the slaves sees Dellaide burning with fire, the slave runs away in fear.
The higher she climbs, the more blurred her purpose becomes. Dellaide no longer knows whether she is trying to get out of the Abyss or sink deeper. The stairs are endless, and each level only brings more pain. The drowsiness is still there, dancing at the edge of her consciousness, and the fire that once protected her begins to fade.
"What's the point of all this…?"
Her inner voice grows dimmer. Dellaide begins to understand something terrifying: the Abyss never lets anyone go. It is a place that swallows everything, including hope.
As her feet reach the next level, she sees figures that are neither alive nor dead. Their faces are empty, their bodies dragged into an endless routine, and she knows that soon she will become like them.
At one point, Dellaide falls to her knees, the fire in her body extinguished. Her once bright eyes are now dim, shrouded in the eternal shadow of the Abyss. The music that whispered drowsiness in her head finally takes over completely. No fire, no spell can save her anymore.
She smiles slightly before her consciousness sinks for the last time.
Dellaide stops.
Or… Not?
'Abyss-3'
Darkness envelops Dellaide's body, now reduced to bones. The music that once imprisoned her consciousness still plays softly, but this time it feels different. Instead of making her fall asleep, the music now merges with every fiber of her bones, creating a strange but powerful rhythm.
Slowly, within the endless Abyss, something unexpected happens.
Her body, once scorched by fire, begins to reconstruct itself. Her bones are re-covered by flesh that grows with extraordinary speed. Every muscle fiber, every blood vessel, and every layer of skin begins to form. However, one thing has changed—her eyes, once glowing blue, now emit a deep red light. The light is like embers from hell.
Dellaide awakens, not as the same woman. She is something more, something darker and stronger. The music in her head is no longer a prison, but a song that strengthens her existence. The song flows in her blood, giving her new power.
With her first breath after her resurrection, Dellaide stands. The darkness of the Abyss that once oppressed her now feels like a part of her. She is no longer afraid, no longer feels the deadly drowsiness. Her red eyes scan her surroundings, and she feels her new power. This power is not just regeneration or immortality, but something far more dangerous—control over the Abyss itself.
"Abyss… I no longer belong to you," she murmurs with a sadistic smile. "Now, you belong to me."
Her first step in this new world brings a tremor far beneath her feet, as if the Abyss is responding to her presence. The darkness that once swallowed all hope now seems to follow her every move, like a shadow obedient to its master.
Dellaide steps forward, and with each step, the ground she treads on turns to ash. Her goal is no longer just to escape from the Abyss. She has surpassed that. Now, Dellaide has a new purpose—to conquer the land above the Abyss.
Dellaide stomps her feet while channeling abyss energy from her body to her feet. Then she gives a command to the Abyss itself. "Open." She says firmly.
The Abyss responds by opening a path, a path to the middle world. "I will take revenge on them for making me like this and feeling all of that," she says as she steps in, accompanied by the Abyss creatures behind her who now consider Dellaide their new master.
'Middle World-Floor 2, Abhreln'
Dellaide breathes the fresh air of the outside world for the first time in a long time. The sun shines on her face with a warm and soothing light, a sharp contrast to the darkness of the Abyss that has been confining her. She steps on solid ground, feeling the stark difference from the dark atmosphere she is used to.
Abhreln is a world with stunning and diverse scenery. Magnificent cities filled with grand architecture and lush gardens can be seen from afar. However, Dellaide has no time to be fascinated. Her goal is to demonstrate power and slaughter everything she sees.
The Abyss creatures following her are already starting to feel uneasy. They are not used to sunlight and fresh air, and some of them start to grumble and moan. Dellaide ignores them and continues towards a large city visible in the distance.
In that city, life goes on as usual. Cheerful residents busy with their daily activities, unaware of the approaching danger. Dellaide and her army of Abyss creatures enter the city with terror-filled steps. They kill anyone they see.
Dellaide stops in the middle of the city square, looking at the residents running or hiding. With a wave of her hand, she summons Abyss energy and creates a large magic circle above the city. The magic circle summons a giant foot that tramples every building or person beneath it.
Dellaide then dances her hands, then claps her hands while abyss energy concentrates in her palms. The result of the clap creates a large Blackhole that absorbs anyone, even her own Abyss troops. The Blackhole cuts and compresses the bodies or buildings that are sucked in, and because of that…
Rain of blood occurs throughout the city.
'Divine Realm-Floor 195, Celestial'
"Have you heard the news?"
"Yes, those disgusting creatures have emerged from the Abyss for the first time. I heard they slaughtered the entire population of any world they ascended to. And their final destination, Celestial."
A large creature, with only numerous wings and eyes all over its body, appears before them. It is the Angel of Creation. "The God of Creation has given me the command to conquer that vile creature," the creature says coldly.
"Dellaide is currently on the 50th floor, Ernilhin. I will open a portal there instantly," replies one of the Lesser Angels.
"Alright, open it."
After the portal opens, the large creature with wings and eyes abundant throughout its body, the Angel of Creation, steps resolutely towards the world below. Dellaide's presence on the 50th floor poses a real threat that must be confronted. Fully aware of Dellaide's power and the importance of this mission, the Angel of Creation spreads its wings, absorbing the surrounding light to strengthen its presence.
'Middle World-Floor 50, Ernilhin.'
Upon arriving on the 50th floor, the Angel of Creation realizes that the atmosphere there is vastly different from any other level it has ever visited. A deep darkness and aura of death fill the air, indicating that Dellaide has spread widespread destruction.
Ernilhin, once a world of breathtaking scenery and magnificent cities, has now transformed into a field of eternal ruin. Rain of blood falls from the sky endlessly, creating a sea of red that covers the once fertile land. The sky, once bright, is now filled with dark clouds that continuously pour rain of blood onto the entire surface of the world.
In every corner of Ernilhin, headless bodies are displayed in horrifying ways. They are hung on inverted crosses, appearing like a spectacle of horror that signifies Dellaide's power and terror. The crosses are made of rusted black metal, and each hanging body demonstrates the chaos that has occurred in this world. Some are displayed in the middle of the once bustling city square, others in the middle of a forest now dark and filled with the scent of blood.
"Despicable and vile creature," whispers the Angel of Creation with a tone full of hatred as it observes the destruction in Ernilhin. Moreover, the smell of blood and the gloomy atmosphere that envelops the world feels very unnatural even for an entity as powerful as itself.
The Angel of Creation, despite possessing abundant power, feels an immense emotional burden. It understands how great a threat Dellaide could become if allowed to continue this chaos. Recognizing the importance of this mission, the Angel of Creation focuses on its execution with firmness and determination.
"If this creature is not dealt with now," says the Angel of Creation with a voice full of resolve, "then the entire world will become the next victim of its brutality."
With shimmering wings and divine energy enveloping its body, the Angel of Creation moves forward towards the center of the chaos. The light from its body creates a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness and blood, as if the light itself is trying to dispel the presence of darkness that engulfs this world.
The once majestic buildings now lie in ruins, burned by the Abyss flames that blacken every corner of the city.
In the midst of the destruction, Dellaide stands tall, her red eyes burning with hatred and madness. She holds a jet-black sword that seems to absorb the light around it. A sadistic smile paints her face as she senses the approaching presence of the Angel of Creation.
"Cursed little angel… you've finally come," she whispers in a condescending tone. "I've been waiting."
The Angel of Creation does not respond. Its massive body and countless wings spread across the sky, creating a dominant and intimidating aura. From each eye scattered across its body, a glimmer of heavenly light emerges, erasing every shadow that Dellaide creates. The rain of blood stops instantly, absorbed by the divine power flowing from the Angel.
"Your actions have disrupted the balance of the world," says the Angel of Creation with a resounding voice that shakes the ground beneath them. "I have come not only to punish you but to erase your existence from all creation."
Dellaide laughs, her voice echoing among the ruins. "Just try it! Even celestial power won't be enough to stop me now!"
Without warning, Dellaide leaps towards the Angel of Creation with terrifying speed. Her black sword cuts through the air with a force capable of shattering dimensions, targeting the Angel's body. However, the Angel of Creation raises one of its wings, and in an instant, heavenly light shoots out, blocking Dellaide's attack with unmatched power.
An explosion of energy occurs as the two forces collide. The sky splits, and the earth trembles as if screaming under the pressure. Abyss flames clash with divine light, emitting waves of energy that destroy everything remaining around them.
"HAHAHAHAHA, DIE! DIE! DIE!" Dellaide screams while continuing to swing her black sword.
Meanwhile, the Angel of Creation blocks all the attacks with a grand shield. "You are truly despicable." Then the Angel immediately retaliates with a slash from its hand after countering Dellaide's attack.
The Angel of Creation's large hand moves in a flash, wrapped in golden light that emits a dangerous shimmer. Its slash is sharp, cutting directly towards Dellaide with a force that could tear reality apart. As the black sword and divine light touch, another explosion of power occurs, but this time even more intense. A thunderous sound is heard as the ground beneath their feet crumbles, large cracks forming like a shattered labyrinth.
Dellaide is thrown back a few meters, her feet scraping the destroyed ground. However, even so, her sadistic smile does not fade. She wipes the blood dripping from her lips and looks at the Angel of Creation with eyes full of hatred, but also an unquenchable fighting spirit. "So? Is that the best you've got, angel?" Dellaide taunts, her breath ragged but filled with determination.
The Angel of Creation remains calm, its countless eyes still observing Dellaide without emotion. "This is not over. Your power is merely a result of the evil you've accumulated, Dellaide. That power won't last long in the face of divine creation."
Without another word, the Angel of Creation launches itself into the sky, its wings spread wide. Every movement generates a boom of energy, splitting the dark sky above them. Then, it begins to gather even greater power, channeling concentrated light in both its hands.
Meanwhile, Dellaide watches, her eyes gleaming. "DON'T BE ARROGANT, YOU ANGEL," she screams before raising both her hands. The blood soaking the ground around them starts to vibrate and rise into the air, following every movement of her hands. With an echoing scream, the blood transforms into sharp spears, thousands of them, all aimed at the Angel of Creation.
In one swift motion, thousands of blood spears shoot out, hurtling towards the Angel from all directions. Each spear carries the destructive aura of the Abyss, the power of darkness and destruction itself. But the Angel of Creation is unfazed. Before the spears can reach its body, a large shield of light forms around it, incinerating every spear into dust in an instant.
"This is the punishment for your sins," says the Angel of Creation, its voice echoing like thunder.
Instantly, the light in its hands explodes, becoming an attack in the form of a gigantic beam of divine energy. The beam shoots directly towards Dellaide, tearing through space and time with a roaring sound. Dellaide only has a split second to react; she quickly plunges her sword into the ground and creates a large shield of Abyss darkness, trying to protect herself from the overwhelming power.
The resulting explosion Is inevitable. As the divine beam meets the Abyss shield, a devastating force slams the entire surrounding area, destroying whatever remains. The city's ruins vanish in a blaze of light, erased like dust. The explosion engulfs them both, enveloping the entire world in darkness and light battling each other.
For a moment, everything falls silent.
But from within the smoke and debris, a figure moves. Dellaide stands, wounded all over, but her smile remains. "You think that's enough to stop me?" she says, her breath ragged. Her sword still glows dark, but its aura has diminished. She has sustained significant damage, but her immortal body continues to regenerate.
The Angel of Creation emerges from behind the light, its body still grand and untouched. "I have seen enough. You are not a threat that can be allowed to live." The angel's voice is now colder, more deadly.
With her last ounce of strength, Dellaide leaps again, attacking with everything she has left. But this time, the Angel of Creation gives her no chance. It raises its hand, and with a single touch, time around Dellaide slows to a near standstill.
Dellaide feels her body freeze, unable to move. "What is this?" she screams, rage consuming her. But the Angel of Creation only points its palm forward.
"Enough." In one motion, divine light floods Dellaide's body, burning her with incredible intensity. She screams, tries to resist, but the celestial power is too great. Her body melts, her bones burn to dust, and in an instant, all that remains is smoke.
The Angel of Creation lowers its hand, the darkness of the Abyss now begins to fade. But even though Dellaide has been erased from existence, the Angel of Creation knows its task is not yet complete. "The immortal cannot be killed… but at least now she will not rise again."
Above the destroyed ruins, the Angel of Creation looks at the sky that gradually returns to normal, with one feeling lingering in its heart—the emptiness of a loss that cannot be completely erased by this victory.
#Mid World – Floor 50, Ernilhin has been completely destroyed, so from now on, explorers can no longer access Floor 50. After Floor 49, they will directly jump to Floor 51.