After the long, brutal war, Morgan Tarek stood tall as the dust settled.
With a single pulse of his cursed necklace, he bent the will of every remaining rebel — their knees buckling, crashing onto the blood-soaked ground, collapsing like toppled statues.
With Orimo gone and Dravon retreating, resistance crumbled instantly.
Morgan stood alone in the center of the battlefield, his red cloak whipping in the cold wind, eyes blazing with fury.
"Navy…" he growled, voice trembling with rage.
"How dare you interfere in my fight. I will teach you a lesson."
{Somewhere in the Seas}
A storm hovered over the waters as Seraph Admiral Zeiron Vale raised his walkie-talkie.
"We are approaching the Abyssal Vault. Open the gates."
A grinding, monstrous rumble answered him.
THUUUUD!
Two colossal metal doors — thick as mountains — slowly dragged apart.
"Permission granted," a cold voice echoed from inside.
The Navy warship sailed forward, carrying the broken form of Orimo Kuzan.
His entire face was wrapped in bandages except for his eyes — dull, barely conscious.
Thick black-stone cuffs locked his arms, draining every ounce of energy, every spark of power.
Ahead loomed the Abyssal Vault — a prison carved into the earth like the throat of a beast swallowing light.
Its levels were whispered about across the world:
First Level: The Outer Ring
Where normal soldiers rot behind bars, unrestrained but hopeless.
Second Level: The Suffering Chambers
Heat like a furnace. Gravity crushing bones.
Sound stripped away.
Memories fading the longer one stays.
Third Level: The Black Cathedral
Divine seals embedded in the walls.
Aura, powers, strength — all stripped to zero.
Fourth Level: The Pit of Null
Only Mythical and Beyond-Mythical beings are sent here.
The Pit erases willpower.
It breaks mantra.
It crushes cursed necklace abilities.
Stay too long… even your identity dies.
Fifth Level: The Abyssal Throne Room
A level spoken of only in rumors —
and whispers say one man has been chained there for decades…
still alive.
Zeiron shoved Orimo forward.
The moment they passed inside, screams echoed everywhere — echoing off steel, stone, and the darkness itself.
"LET ME OUT!"
"PLEASE — PLEASE — NO MORE—!!"
The guard stepped out of the shadows, expression emotionless.
"We will imprison you inside the Pit of Null," he said coldly.
"Follow us."
Orimo staggered… unable to speak… unable to resist…
Dragged toward the level where even hope dies.