Chapter 7 ( Abyss Invasion ARC )

The battlefield of Frista Hills had become a frozen apocalypse, Ayom's dominance an unstoppable force of nature. 

The ice leviathan twisted through the sky like a comet of vengeance, its fins slicing the air with the precision of a god's blade. 

Below, the abyssal horde shattered under its assault hundreds frozen in mid-charge, their obsidian forms cracking like brittle glass in the wake of its breath. 

Ayom dove again, breath unleashing a vortex of arctic fury that swept through the swarm's core, encasing demons in tombs of ice that exploded in shards of black and white. 

The ground trembled with each beat of its fins, the eternal snow whipping into a maelstrom that blinded the enemy, 

while its roar echoed like the crack of a thousand glaciers calving at once. The abyssal death recoiled, their red eyes flickering in rare fear as the leviathan circled for the killing blow, 

a dive that would bury them all in eternal frost. Then, in a heartbeat, it ended. A shadow flickered too fast for the eye, 

a blur of void and velocity and Ayom's colossal body jerked mid-dive. A single, razor-thin cut appeared across its midsection, silent at first, then erupting in a cascade of frozen blood and shattering scales. 

The leviathan's roar choked into a gurgle as its upper half separated from the lower, the two massive sections plummeting like falling mountains. 

The impact shook the hills, snow and ice exploding in a whiteout blizzard, the beast's blue eyes dimming as its breath faded into a final, feeble gust. 

Ayom, the guardian of Neu, lay slain cut in half by an unseen force, its frozen corpse steaming in the cold air.

The abyssal horde paused, then let out a collective shriek of triumph, surging forward with renewed hunger. 

The defenders of Neu guards and frost-wielders alike stared in horror, their faces pale against the snow. "Impossible," one whispered, the word lost in the wind. 

The ice wall's breach had been a wound; Ayom's death was the kingdom's heart ripped out.

In the deep Abyss...

The void pulsed with malice, shadows coiling like living entities around the Monarch's throne. Sira, the General of Flying Death, knelt before her, 

his form a silhouette of jagged wings and void-forged armor, his face hidden in a helm of swirling darkness. 

"My lady," he rasped, voice like wind through cracked bones, "our first wave was slaughtered with ease."

The Abyssal Monarch leaned back, her void eyes gleaming with amusement, a smirk twisting her features a crescent of cruel delight that made the surrounding shadows flinch. 

"Amusing... amusing!" she purred, laughter bubbling like boiling pitch. "These ants have grown spines since my exile. 

The leviathan felled, yet they dare resist?" Her fingers drummed on the throne's arm, each tap sending ripples through the Abyss.

Sira bowed lower. "The ice beast was mighty, my lady, but" "You shall show them the power of the Abyss," 

she interrupted, her whisper a command that echoed like thunder. "Go, Sira. Let the flying death descend."

"As you wish, my lady," Sira replied, rising with a flap of his wings that stirred void winds. 

He vanished in a blur, a streak of shadow piercing the veil between realms.

The Monarch's smirk widened, her gaze distant, as if peering through the fissures into the Land of Power. "Let the real invasion begin."

Back on Frista Hills...

The snow settled in the aftermath of Ayom's fall, the battlefield a frozen tomb littered with demon corpses and the leviathan's shattered remains. 

The defenders of Neu regrouped, frost magic flickering weakly in their hands, but hope cracked like the ice underfoot. 

The abyssal horde surged, their shrieks triumphant, claws scraping toward the kingdom's core.

Then, the sky darkened not with clouds, but with a swarm of shadows. A low hum built, like the drone of a thousand locusts, growing to a deafening roar. 

From the breached wall erupted Sira, the General of Flying Death, his entrance a storm of nightmare. 

He burst forth on wings of pure void, vast and tattered like torn night sky, trailing a legion of flying horrors demons with bat-like appendages, 

beaks like scythes, eyes burning red as they filled the heavens. Sira himself was a colossus among them, his body a fusion of shadow and blade, 

armor shifting like liquid darkness, a massive void-scythe in his grip that dripped ethereal mist. He hovered, wings beating with hurricane force, 

sending gusts that whipped snow into blinding veils, his laugh a screech that pierced souls. The air warped around him, reality bending as abyssal energy crackled, 

freezing winds turning to chilling void that sapped the warmth from the living. The guards of Neu staggered back, their faces ashen. 

"What... what is that?" one stammered, frost spears trembling in his hands. Even the seasoned frost-wielders, masters of Neu's ice, felt their powers falter, 

the cold in their veins paling against this new terror. Whispers spread: "The leviathan... slain by that thing?" 

Shock rippled through the ranks, morale shattering like Ayom's body.

Kiku, the Empress, stood in her distant palace, her glacial throne room now a hive of alarm. 

Guards burst in, faces pale. "My lady, the leviathan Ayom has fallen! A shadow general leads a flying swarm!"

The Empress's eyes widened, her playful demeanor vanishing like mist in wind. "No..." she breathed, rising slowly, ice crackling around her. 

"They dare strike at my guardian?" Her power stirred, the room's temperature plummeting, frost blooming across walls in fractal patterns. 

She stepped forward, resolve hardening like diamond. "Then I shall remind them why Neu endures."

Outside, as Sira's flying death dove toward the defenders beaks tearing, wings blotting the sun Kiku emerged from the palace gates. 

The ground trembled not with fear, but with her will. She walked forward slowly, deliberately, 

her white robes flowing like snow drifts, her pale blue eyes glowing with arctic fire. 

With each step, the land itself responded the eternal snow swirled into a vortex around her, winds howling as if the north itself knelt. 

The temperature dropped sharply, breath freezing in lungs, the abyssal horde's steam turning to brittle frost. 

She raised her right hand softly, almost gently, as if brushing away a stray flake and the air obeyed.

A massive wall of ice erupted from the earth, surging upward in a roar of cracking glaciers, towering higher than the breached one, 

its surface a labyrinth of razor spikes and frozen thorns. It slammed into place with a boom that shook the hills, 

blocking Sira's swarm mid-dive, demons crashing against it in explosions of ichor and shards. 

The wall gleamed, unbreakable, infused with Kiku's raw essence a barrier that pulsed with her lifeblood, the cold so absolute it sapped the void's heat.

Kiku stood before it, hand still raised, her hair whipping in the blizzard of her making. "You invade my home?" she called, voice echoing like a winter storm. 

"Come, then. Feel the bite of the first frost." Her eyes narrowed, power coiling. She was ready to cook.

To be continued.