Kyle stood at the edge of the battlefield, the black winds of abyssal mana curling faintly around him. His dark eyes reflected the torch-lit horizon where banners of Etheria's coalition armies fluttered in defiance. His voice carried calmly, as if he were speaking of something mundane instead of the bloodbath about to begin.
"Yeah… System. Much easier on the tongue than Abyssal Codex."
He tapped his temple lightly, smirking. "And I have to say, Sabrina—it really is the most powerful tool in existence. The quests it assigns, the skills I can buy, the way it tracks every scrap of progress… it's broken, laughably so."
Her voice echoed within his mind, sharp and elegant.
[ Of course it is. The Abyss itself chose you as the wielder of the Codex. You are its instrument, Kyle. Its weapon. ]
