"Activate Blackhole."
Just like the description said, a swirling vortex started to form and it made a loud noise similar to Naruto's Rasenshruiken.
The werewolves were immediately caught in the pull of the blackhole, their bodies stretching unnaturally as they struggled in vain against the void's overwhelming force. Their growls turned into desperate yelps before they vanished one by one, sucked into the abyss Key had summoned.
The air around the blackhole distorted as the gravitational force intensified, drawing in not just the werewolves, but the surrounding debris and shadows as well. Key stood firm, his hand still outstretched, feeling the raw power of the abyss flow through him. The ground around him cracked, as if the very reality was being warped by the void's presence.
Nythra watched with a smile of satisfaction, her eyes glinting with curiosity and interest. "Impressive.." she murmured. "So he really is the Chosen of the Abyss."
As the last of the werewolves disappeared into the blackhole, the swirling vortex began to shrink, eventually collapsing in on itself with a soft whoosh, leaving behind only silence.
[All enemies have been defeated!]
+10,000 EXP
Level Up!
+10 Abyssal Werewolves teeth
+10 Abyssal Werewolves fur
[New Passive Skill Unlocked!]
[Blackhole's Absorption LV.1] Whenever enemies are absorbed into the Blackhole, it allows you to get one of their skills, attributes, or others. The higher-level enemies, yield rarer results.
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"Shit just got real.." Key said with a chuckle as he heard an applause.
Nythra clapped slowly, a smirk of her own playing on her lips. "Not bad at all. You've got potential, Key. But remember, this is only the beginning."
Key turned, matching her gaze. "Trust me, I'm not losing sight on what's important." He replied. "So what's next?"
Nythra's smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "What's next? Well, that depends on you. You've shown me a glimpse of your power, but there's much more you need to learn about the Abyss and the forces that inhabit it."
Key glanced back at the spot where the Abyssal Werewolves had been obliterated. "Yeah sounds about right." He glanced down at his clothes.
A simple black t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and black tennis shoes?
Yeahh he definitely couldn't continue on like this.
"Is there any way I can get some new clothes? These aren't exactly meant for scrapping if you know what I mean." Key gestured to his clothes.
Before Nythra could respond, an unfamiliar voice cut through the air. "Clothes should be the last thing you worry about in the Abyss—"
Key's head snapped up, eyes narrowing toward the speaker, but Nythra's expression showed familiarity. Without missing a beat, she responded, "Well, it's about time you all came ba—"
She was quickly interrupted by a fast, giddy voice. "Wait, Nyth! We gotta introduce ourselves! It's only right! If we don't, we'll be breaking the code, and no one's allowed to—"
"Tch, be quiet and hurry up, Speedy!" a raspy, rough voice snapped. The sound was deep, almost reminiscent of Key's own, if he had smoked a pack a day since birth.
"Right!" 'Speedy' chirped, and suddenly, silence fell. The four newcomers were silhouetted like unlockable characters in a video game.
'Is that… music?' Key thought, hearing the faint sound of a catchy tune. He caught Nythra stifling a giggle beside him as the newcomers started their little show.
"First up… Speedy!" a voice announced dramatically. "She's sexy, fast, and nice—!" With a swift 'whiff' sound, Speedy revealed herself, striking a double peace pose. "If you hear the sound too late, your ass just got got twice!" she beamed, her bright smile infectious.
She was petite, around 5 feet tall, with long brunette hair and Korean features. Her futuristic, form-fitting suit looked built for speed—sleek, agile, and glowing with metallic accents that traced her limbs, giving off an aura of power.
Key chuckled as he looked at the next person.
The next voice was calm, intelligent. "Speedy, as much as I'd like to participate in your extravaganzas, we have an Abyssal Beast horde approaching from the north. Let's…Speed things up, okay?" The man smirked. "Oh, and I'm Sketch, by the way."
Key eyed Sketch, who looked similar to Andrew Garfield, he stood at about 5'11", dressed casually in a white shirt, dark gray jacket, khakis, and black boots. The kind of guy who looked way too comfortable in simple clothes, even in the Abyss.
"Aww, no fair!" Speedy pouted. "It was just getting to the good part!"
"Next time, Speedster. Next time." rumbled the same raspy voice from earlier. A tall, muscular man approached. He had light brown skin, hazel eyes, a slit scar over his right eye, and wore what looked like… Abyssal Beast skin? Key raised a brow. Definitely not someone to fuck with.
"Gamble." the man grunted, offering a nod.
Finally, a loud, smooth voice echoed, "And last but not least!" Jazz hands appeared, paired with a wide grin. "I am the beautiful Spam—" She paused dramatically. "Not that kind of Spam… I hate it!" she finished with exaggerated irritation.
Spam's pale skin, long wavy silver hair, and sharp, angular features gave her an ethereal beauty. Her flowing white robe, adorned with glowing symbols and shifting colors, added to the mystical air about her. It looked like the kind of outfit that demanded respect, flowing with power as if it had a life of its own.
"And we are… The Nightcrawlers!" Speedy exclaimed, bouncing with excitement.
Key blinked. 'The Nightcrawlers, huh? Well, they sure don't lack in enthusiasm.'
['Analysis LV.1' has activated.]
['Analysis' has leveled up!]
['Analysis LV.2' has activated.]
The sudden flood of information hit Key.
Name: Speedy
Title: The Sonic Mirage
Rank: B-Rank
Name: Sketch
Title: The Artisan of Reality
Rank: C-Rank
Name: Gamble
Title: The Abyssal Juggernaut
Rank: B-Rank
Name: Spam
Title: The Arcane Maestro
Rank: C-Rank
Name: Nythra, the Forsaken Light
Title: Former Goddess of Radiance and Hope
Rank: SS-Rank (formerly SSS-Rank)