Chapter 6 ( Abyss Invasion ARC )

In the far east sprawled Weria, the Kingdom of Wealth, its capital a glittering sprawl of marble spires and bustling markets where gold flowed like rivers. 

Merchants hawked silks from distant sands, crowds thronged the streets in a symphony of haggling and laughter, the air thick with spices and the clang of coin. 

At the heart of it all stood the Imperial Palace, a fortress of opulent stone guarded by shadows and steel.

Within the throne room, Emperor Asila lounged on a dais of polished obsidian, his fingers idly tracing the needle-like scales of his Vivran a lesser dragon, 

sleek and vicious, coiled at his feet like a living weapon. Its massive wings folded against its body, eyes gleaming with predatory hunger, 

scales sharp as daggers catching the torchlight. Asila, the 5th Emperor, known as the Vivran Slayer for the beasts he’d tamed rather than slain, 

exuded a lazy confidence that belied his ruthless edge. A royal guard knelt before him, armored in gleaming plate, voice steady but edged with urgency. 

“My Lord, the abyssal swarms have surged without warning. Fissures tear open in the hills, spewing demons by the hundreds.”

Asila’s hand paused on the Vivran’s head, the creature rumbling a low growl that vibrated the floor. “I see,” he murmured, a faint smile curling his lips. 

“Well, I suppose my Vivran will have a fine time slaughtering them.” The dragon’s eyes narrowed, as if savoring the promise of blood. 

But Asila’s gaze sharpened, drifting to the maps spread across a nearby table red marks blooming like wounds across Weria’s borders. 

“Still… this sudden increase. Something stirs in the void. We cannot ignore it.” He rose, the Vivran uncoiling with a scrape of scales, 

and strode to the balcony overlooking the endless city. Below, the wealth of seven kingdoms converged, but even here, whispers of fear threaded the air. 

Asila’s fist clenched. The Land of Power trembled, and Weria’s gold would buy no peace from the Abyss.

Far to the north, in the eternal frost of Frista Hills, lay the Kingdom of Neu a realm of jagged ice peaks and howling winds, where snow blanketed the land year-round, 

turning forests to crystalline labyrinths and rivers to frozen veins. The people of Neu had adapted, their blood thick with resilience, 

many wielding minor gifts of frost shaping snow into blades or weaving blizzards into shields. But none rivaled their ruler: Empress Kiku, the 1st Empress, whose presence alone chilled the air, 

her raw power a storm contained in graceful form. She sat in her glacial throne room, fingers dancing over a table of enchanted ice, 

sculpting tiny castles that sparkled like frozen jewels delicate spires rising and falling at her whim.

A royal guard burst in, dropping to one knee amid the swirling flakes, his breath fogging the air. “My lady, the first ice wall has been penetrated!”

Kiku’s hand paused mid-gesture, a miniature turret crumbling to powder. “Oh? What?” Her voice was light, almost playful, 

but her eyes pale blue as glacial depths hardened. “Who dares breach it?” The guard swallowed, his armor frosting at the edges from her aura. 

“An army of abyssal death, my lady. Demons swarm the breach, black as void, their claws melting stone.”

Kiku tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips, untroubled. “Well, I can always rebuild the wall. But these creatures… they might harm our people.” 

She waved a hand, and the air crackled, frost blooming across the floor in intricate patterns. “Send him to deal with it.”

The guard blinked, shock rippling through him. “As you wish, my lady.” He rose swiftly, barking orders to the sentries outside. 

“Release Ayom! The ice leviathan awakens!” Horns blared across the hills deep, resonant blasts that echoed like cracking glaciers, 

stirring the eternal snow. Atop the highest peak, where a cavern yawned like a frozen maw, a pair of massive blue eyes snapped open from centuries of slumber. 

Ayom stirred, the ice leviathan’s colossal form shifting scales of diamond-hard frost grinding against stone, fins like frozen sails unfurling, 

breath a gale that whipped blizzards into frenzy. The ground quaked as it rose, a behemoth of the north, ready to crush the abyssal tide.

Meanwhile, thousands of abyssal demons marched on Neu’s borders, their obsidian hides steaming in the cold, claws shattering the remnants of the ice wall. 

The void’s hunger clawed at the sky, but Ayom’s roar answered a thunder of shattering ice that promised annihilation.

The horns' thunderous blare faded into the howling winds of Frista Hills, but their call had awakened a force of nature. 

Atop the highest peak, the cavern cracked like thunder, shards of ice raining down as Ayom the Ice Leviathan stirred from its ancient slumber. 

The ground quaked, snow avalanches cascading in white torrents, as the colossal beast emerged a titan of frost and fury, 

its body a serpentine colossus longer than a kingdom's wall, scales of diamond-hard ice glinting like a million frozen stars. 

Fins unfurled like sails of shattered glaciers, razor-edged and vast, catching the pale northern light in prismatic flashes. 

Its blue eyes burned with primordial rage, twin sapphires ignited by the horns' summon. 

Ayom's maw opened in a roar that split the sky a gale of subzero wind that whipped the eternal snow into a blinding blizzard, freezing the air itself into crystalline shards.

Below, the abyssal army surged forward like a living shadow, thousands strong a writhing mass of obsidian horrors born from the void. 

Their bodies steamed in the cold, black hides cracking with inner heat, claws like molten hooks melting the snow to sludge as they charged. 

Red eyes glowed like embers in the dark, their shrieks a cacophony of tearing metal and tormented souls. They were the Abyssal Death, the Monarch's vanguard, 

their numbers blotting the horizon like an ink spill across the white canvas of Neu's frontier. The breached ice wall lay in ruins behind them, 

its frozen ramparts reduced to steaming craters, and now they hungered for the kingdom's heart clawing toward the distant spires where Empress Kiku's power thrummed.

Ayom launched into the sky with a beat of its massive fins, the force sending shockwaves that cracked the peak below. 

It soared, a comet of frost trailing blizzards in its wake, circling the battlefield like a predator god. The abyssal horde didn't falter, 

their void-born instincts driving them onward in a tidal wave of darkness. The leviathan dove, fins slicing the air with a whistle like shattering glass, its shadow eclipsing the swarm. 

Demons leaped, claws raking upward, but Ayom twisted mid-air, evading with impossible grace for its size a spiral dive that brought it low over the front lines.

Its maw gaped wide, and the breath unleashed a torrent of arctic fury, a blizzard blast that roared like an avalanche amplified by the gods. 

The ice breath exploded outward in a cone of crystalline death, freezing the air into a storm of razor-sharp shards that pierced demon hides like arrows from the heavens. 

The front ranks of the abyssal army convulsed as the cold hit obsidian skin cracking like overheated glass, black ichor solidifying into brittle frost before shattering. 

Hundreds froze in mid-stride, their forms encased in translucent ice prisons, red eyes dimming as their inner heat extinguished in a flash. 

Claws mid-swipe turned to fragile sculptures, bodies locked in eternal screams, crumbling under their own weight as Ayom's breath swept through like a scythe.

But the horde was endless, a seething mass that adapted with void cunning. Demons from the rear leaped over their frozen kin, their steaming bodies melting the ice underfoot, 

claws igniting with abyssal fire to counter the cold. A pack of winged horrors took to the sky, bat-like appendages beating furiously, 

diving toward Ayom with shrieks that curdled the blood. The leviathan banked sharply, fins propelling it into a barrel roll that sent gusts ripping through the flyers. 

One demon latched onto its tail, claws sinking into frost scales Ayom whipped around, slamming the intruder against a hillside in an explosion of snow and rock, 

the demon's body pulverized to black sludge.The leviathan climbed higher, circling like a storm eagle, then plunged again a dive-bomb that shook the earth. 

Its fins sliced through airborne demons, severing wings in sprays of ichor that froze mid-air into deadly hail. 

As it leveled out, Ayom unleashed another breath, this time in a sweeping arc a horizontal blizzard that carved a frozen trench through the horde's center. 

Demons caught in the blast petrified, their forms twisting in agony as ice invaded their voids, cracking from within like overheated coals doused in arctic water. 

Limbs shattered, torsos exploded in bursts of frozen shards, the ground littered with crystalline corpses that glittered under the pale sun like macabre jewels.

The abyssal army pushed back, their numbers swelling from hidden fissures, void energy crackling as they formed a counter-wave claws uniting in a dark ritual, 

summoning tendrils of shadow to lash at Ayom. One tendril wrapped its fin, pulling the leviathan low; demons swarmed, climbing its scales, melting frost with their heat. 

Ayom roared, thrashing in the sky, fins beating like thunderclaps to shake them off. It spiraled upward, breath condensing into a vortex of ice that froze the climbers solid, 

their bodies plummeting like meteors to crush their kin below. The battlefield was a frozen hellscape now abyssal ichor solidifying into black ice, 

demon fragments scattered like broken obsidian statues, the snow stained with void essence. Ayom circled once more, eyes locked on the horde's core, 

where a pulsing dark nexus hinted at more horrors brewing. The leviathan dove for the kill, its roar echoing across Frista Hills, 

a promise that Neu's frost would not yield to the void. But as the battle raged, whispers of the Abyssal Monarch's laughter echoed in the wind a storm far greater than Ayom loomed on the horizon.

To be continued.