Chapter 108 – The Abyss That Shouldn’t Exist

Darkness.

Not the absence of light, but the absence of reality itself. Kael floated—no, hung—in a space where even thought felt alien. His body was gone, or perhaps rewritten into something less than shadow.

Yet he still was.

A hundred voices bled into his skull. Whispers of beings long erased, their echoes clawing at the edges of his mind:

“Forgotten sun…”
“Exiled flame…”
“Fracture of prophecy…”

Kael forced his breath, though there was no air to take in. “Where… am I?”

The abyss shuddered. From the nothing, shapes emerged—shattered crowns, broken spears, runes dissolving like ash in water. And within them… presences. Gods stripped of names, reduced to scraps of memory.

One pressed closer, its voice scraping like rusted metal:

“You are where we remain. The graveyard of divinity.”

Kael clenched phantom hands. “They erased me. Threw me down here to rot.”

“No,” another voice slithered. “They failed. You are not undone. You are incomplete.”

For the first time since the erasure, Kael felt something burn inside him. Not his blade, not his magic—just raw defiance.

“If I still exist,” he growled, “then I can claw my way back.”

Laughter echoed. A sound too fractured to be whole.

“Return is possible. But not as you were. To climb back, you must bind what is left of us. Carry the weight of erased gods. Become our vessel—or vanish completely.”

Kael’s pulse thundered, though no heart beat in his chest. A vessel of forgotten divinity… or nothing.

The abyss stretched open, a path unfolding before him like veins of molten silver.

Kael’s eyes hardened. “Then guide me. I’ll take your power, break your chains, and burn a hole back into the world.”

The abyss trembled. The whispers rose in a storm. And from the fragments of oblivion, Kael’s shadow began to reform—sharper, darker, heavier than before.

He was not erased.
He was becoming something else.