Chapter 40 – Wrath of the Abyss

Harbinger’s new form loomed over the battlefield, the space around it warping and twisting as if reality itself refused to contain its presence. The entity’s voice was no longer a singular tone—it was a chorus of whispers, screams, and echoes from countless fallen souls.

“Kneel, Monarch.”

Ren wiped the blood from his mouth, his body still aching from the impact. His Void Monarch System pulsed violently within him, but something had changed. The vision. The voice. He wasn’t sure what had happened in that strange void, but he knew one thing—his power was responding to it.

No.

It wasn’t just responding.

It was awakening.

Sylas and Veyron had barely managed to reposition themselves, their expressions tense. Veyron, still gripping his greatsword, muttered, “Ren, we’re out of time. If that thing is drawing from the Abyss directly—”

“I know.” Ren’s voice was firm, steady. His eyes locked onto Harbinger, unyielding.

The Abyss called for him?

Then fine.

He would answer.

A sudden pulse of power erupted from Ren’s body, and for the first time, Harbinger stepped back. The tendrils of void mist that clung to the battlefield responded to him now, shifting like shadows dancing at his command.

Ren exhaled. His aura sharpened, cutting through the choking energy around them. The Abyss was no longer trying to consume him.

He was consuming it.

Harbinger’s eyes flared. “Impossible.”

Ren smirked. “You wanted me to kneel?” He lifted his hand, the shadows of the battlefield swirling around his fingertips. “Then make me.”

The moment the words left his lips, he vanished.

Abyssal Step.

Harbinger barely had time to react before Ren appeared above him, fist descending like a meteor. The impact sent a shockwave through the entire battlefield, cracking the earth beneath them. Harbinger skidded back, but before it could counter, Ren was already moving.

A second strike—a spinning kick wreathed in void energy—sent Harbinger crashing through a ruined structure.

Ren landed, dust settling around him. His heart pounded, his body thrumming with power.

For the first time since his return…

He was fighting on equal ground.

Harbinger rose from the rubble. Its body shifted, adapting, mutating. Its power was still growing.

But Ren?

He wasn’t done either.

With a flick of his wrist, the void mist coiled around him, forming a weapon unlike any he had wielded before. A blade of pure abyssal energy, unstable yet deadly, pulsating like a heartbeat.

Sylas and Veyron stared in shock.

Ren had created a weapon from the Abyss itself.

Harbinger let out a distorted growl. “This is not your domain.”

Ren lifted the blade, his smirk never fading. “It is now.”

And then—they clashed once more.