The battlefield had fallen into silence, save for the slow pulsing of abyssal energy that now filled the air. Orion stood motionless, his darkened figure illuminated only by the faint glow of his Nameless Abyss Core. His surroundings were a graveyard of the Void Hunters—beasts that had once prowled the outskirts of dying civilizations.
And now, they were nothing but fuel.
The abyssal ground beneath Orion's feet twisted and shifted, absorbing the essence of the fallen creatures. He could feel his inner world expanding—growing stronger—just as he himself was changing. He clenched his fists, and a surge of power ran through his veins. He wasn't the same as before.
But he was not the only one evolving.
The Abyssborn Transformation
The 12 Abyssborn he had birthed from the Nameless Abyss had gathered before him, kneeling on one knee. They were still loyal—still bound to him—but their very existence had begun to change.
Their once-shadowy forms had grown more defined, their bodies adapting to the battle they had survived. The energy they had absorbed from the Void Hunters burned within them, and Orion could see that their evolutions had begun.
The changes weren't uniform.
Four of the Abyssborn had become Dusk Reapers. Their bodies had grown leaner, their forms flickering in and out of visibility as if they existed between reality and the abyss itself. Orion sensed a newfound stealth within them—an ability to phase into darkness and strike from the void.
Four had evolved into Abyss Devourers. Their bodies had thickened, their arms and torsos wrapped in abyssal plating that absorbed energy upon impact. These warriors would be his front-line soldiers, their hunger allowing them to consume enemy life force and regenerate in battle.
The remaining four remained unchanged—yet Orion knew they were still evolving. Their essence was shifting in an unpredictable way, something even he couldn't fully control.
Orion gazed at them in silence, and his voice, calm yet commanding, finally broke the stillness.
"Report your new strengths."
The first to speak was Nyx, one of the Dusk Reapers, her form flickering as if her body had no set place in reality.
"We move faster in the shadows, Lord Orion. The abyss allows us to vanish and reappear, letting us strike before the enemy can react."
Next was Varos, a hulking Abyss Devourer with a voice that rumbled like grinding stone.
"Our bodies absorb energy through battle. The more we fight, the stronger we get. Given enough prey, we can become nearly unstoppable."
Orion listened carefully, his mind processing their abilities. The Nameless Abyss was adapting—not just evolving at random, but responding to what he needed.
"Good," he said, satisfaction in his tone. "But this is only the beginning."
Understanding His Power
Orion turned inward, focusing on himself. His own body had changed in subtle ways—his skin was denser, his senses sharper. But more importantly, he had devoured the essence of the Void Hunters, and his Nameless Abyss had granted him insight.
A flood of knowledge had entered his mind—not just raw strength, but understanding.
His abilities had refined into something far deadlier than before:
Abyssal Link – A connection between himself and his Abyssborn. He could sense their movements, share their emotions, and even push them toward a specific evolutionary path.
Void Refinement – His body was now absorbing abyssal energy directly, strengthening him even without active combat. His resistance to external forces had increased, making him harder to kill.
Adaptive Devouring – He had confirmed it now: his abyss didn't just consume—it learned. Every civilization he devoured, every enemy he destroyed, would leave behind something he could use.
It was an overwhelming revelation. If used correctly, he could become the strongest Evolver in the universe.
But there was still so much more he needed to uncover.
Orion's gaze shifted towards the swirling abyss above, where cracks of distant stars flickered like dying embers.
His battle had not gone unnoticed.
Somewhere beyond this void, other civilizations were watching. They had seen the anomaly—the so-called "trash Evolver" who had not only survived but thrived.
He had made enemies without realizing it.
His Nameless Abyss was not just another core civilization—it was an unknown variable, something that defied the natural order. The moment he revealed its full potential, the strongest forces in the universe would come for him.
Orion smiled.
That was fine.
He hadn't been aiming to stay hidden forever. He would continue growing, continue evolving, and when the time was right…
He would devour everything.
The void was never silent. It whispered. It roared. It hungered.
Orion stood at the heart of his Nameless Abyss, feeling the raw energy swirl around him like an untamed storm. His Abyssborn knelt before him, their newly evolved forms pulsing with dark energy. The battle against the Void Hunters had been more than just survival—it had been a test.
And they had passed.
Now, it was time for the next step.
Assessing the Abyssborn
Orion's gaze swept across his warriors.
Nyx, the leader of the Dusk Reapers, had fully grasped her abilities. She flickered in and out of existence, her form melting into the shadows. With every step, she barely disturbed the air, her presence almost ghostlike. Perfect for assassinations and ambush tactics.
Varos, the Abyss Devourer, radiated raw power. His body, once vaguely humanoid, had thickened into something monstrous, with abyssal plating acting as natural armor. His hunger was insatiable, and he had already devoured enough essence to increase his tier to 2.
The other Abyssborn were also advancing, each taking a unique evolutionary path. The ones that hadn't evolved yet were on the verge of transformation.
Orion could feel it—his inner world was growing. The abyss was no longer barren; it was becoming something alive.
But it wasn't enough.
Orion turned his focus inward. His Nameless Abyss Core pulsed deep in his soul, sending waves of energy through him. He could feel the abyss stretching further, as if something beyond his control was guiding its expansion.
He understood the process now. His core civilization was unlike any other—it didn't just grow through energy absorption. It devoured, it transformed, and it created.
But it needed fuel.
His fingers curled. The Void Hunters had been a small taste. Now, he needed something more substantial.
"We need more life," Orion muttered. More civilizations to devour.
Nyx, who had been silent, lifted her head. "Lord Orion, we have detected something."
Orion's eyes gleamed. "Speak."
"We have sensed remnants of a shattered civilization nearby. It is abandoned, but traces of energy remain."
Orion was happy. Perfect.
With a single thought, the abyss responded to him.
Dark tendrils stretched outward, forming a shifting passage through space. The Nameless Abyss was still too young to physically move, but Orion's connection allowed him to project his will beyond its boundaries.
The 12 Abyssborn moved as one, following their creator as he led them beyond the core of his inner world.
They emerged into the ruins of what had once been a grand city.
Blackened towers jutted from the abyssal landscape, their skeletal remains hinting at a past civilization that had once thrived here. Strange symbols were carved into the crumbling walls, glowing faintly with remnants of ancient energy.
Varos stepped forward, his massive frame radiating strength. "This place… it feels like it was consumed."
Orion narrowed his eyes. "Not completely."
He knelt, touching the shattered ground. There was something left behind. A remnant.
And remnants could be assimilated.
He activated Void Refinement, and the ground beneath him shuddered.
Dark tendrils of abyssal energy spread outward, wrapping around the ruins like creeping vines. The remaining fragments of the civilization's essence resisted at first—but the Nameless Abyss was an unstoppable force.
The ruins sank into the abyss, dissolving as they were pulled into Orion's inner world.
A flood of new knowledge entered his mind.
Memories of the lost civilization. Their strengths. Their weaknesses. Their bloodlines. Their techniques.
Orion's eyes snapped open. This was it. This was how he would rise.
His Nameless Abyss wasn't just devouring—it was learning.
He could now create life based on what he had absorbed.
And he knew exactly what he wanted to make.
Abyssborn Evolution – Phase Two
Orion turned to his Abyssborn. They would evolve again.
The Dusk Reapers would gain shadow-cloaked weapons forged from the remnants of this fallen race. Their assassination abilities would increase tenfold.
The Abyss Devourers would inherit the defensive properties of the ruined civilization's war constructs. Their armor would be denser, and they would gain the ability to absorb energy-based attacks.
The four Abyssborn that hadn't evolved yet finally began their transformation, their bodies flickering as they took on something new and unpredictable.
And Orion himself… his very genes were shifting.
He was no longer just a host of the Nameless Abyss.
He was becoming it.
His core civilization was no longer a barren void. It was birthing an empire.
And soon… the universe would tremble.
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*END OF THIS CHAPTER*