The end - chapter 63
The world had unraveled. Mirage was gone, her illusions that had forced reality to survive without harbingers and primordials now dissolved into nothingness. Mountains collapsed, oceans boiled, and the very air screamed in anguish as the fabric of reality tore itself apart. Heroes, mortals, and gods alike fell one by one; humanity itself teetered on the edge of extinction. Abyss stood amidst the chaos, bleeding, battered, and almost broken.
Erebus' shadows flared violently around him, spreading like a choking fog across the remnants of the battlefield, attempting to overwhelm Abyss. The darkness, thick and suffocating, sought to consume him-but Abyss' shard was active. Even in his weakened state, the fragments of power coursed through him, protecting him from the suffocating void. His eyes burned with resolve, unshaken by the endless night that Erebus sought to impose.
The first act of vengeance came swiftly from Boogyman who want to take down Erebus though. Abyss lunged at Boogyman, the colossal, twelve-dimensional terror that had devoured countless beings and spread despair across realms as Erebus blocked abyss. Boogyman screamed, a sound that seemed to ripple through the very essence of reality, but Erebus' maw of shadows swallowed him whole. With each bite, the dark and impossible creature disintegrated, vanishing from existence. Not a single cry remained.
The armies of demons, including Homan and Marmon, fell one by one. Their screams were smothered in silence, their forms broken by end of the boogyman but marmon looked as if he knows boogyman is not outlasting the next cycle knowing he will replace boogyman next cycle his plan worked to kill the boogyman thanks to Elysium.Elysium, who had fought with unparalleled mastery over life and narrative, fell as a branch of corrupted reality pierced through her. Humanity itself began to fade, its light dimming in tandem with the heroic spirits who once defended it.
Amid the destruction, Ethan and his companions clung to one another. "You have to win, Abyss," they whispered, holding tightly, their eyes filled with equal parts fear and trust. They knew the weight of their choices; they had gone this far only to witness the inevitable. They let go, leaving Abyss alone in the void.
Abyss' body, already battered beyond measure, threatened to give out. Memories flashed like lightning-visions of his childhood, of facing five Cyclopes and collapsing under the weight of his own power. He had defeated four, but the fifth had brought him to the brink of death. The sensation was eerily familiar, a cold echo of helplessness. And yet... he would not yield.
A warm shadow wrapped around him-a presence that sent a shiver through the void. Nyx, goddess of night, clung to his form, her voice a whisper of inevitability.
"Time to end them, Peacock," she murmured. "The cosmic war has spanned years, and now it ends here."
A surge of power erupted from Abyss. His harbinger essence, once sealed and restrained, now poured freely into his body. He stood taller, unshakable, a god without limits. His form was a terrifying harmony of duality: golden ichor coursed through one half of his body, radiant with creation, while the other half bled dark ichor, an endless void of destruction. At the center, a swirling vortex-the Harmonic Swirl-balanced creation and annihilation in perfect chaos. One wing of luminous creation, one wing of unrelenting destruction, and the figure itself seemed to bend the battlefield around him.
Erebus' attempts to flee were futile. His shadows, solidified by Abyss' awakened power, grew impossibly heavy, infinite in mass. His own darkness betrayed him, unable to move, unable to exist under the sheer weight of Abyss' command. Abyss raised a hand, eyes devoid of pity as the boundless Erebus become bounded.
"Touch of Destruction."
Dark cracks illuminated across Erebus' body as Abyss' power coursed through him. His very essence-the concept of darkness itself-was caged, broken, and rewritten. Though the raw darkness remained, bound by the principles Abyss had mastered during the Siege of Rome arc, Erebus was now nothing more than a hollow remnant, a warning.
He turned to Gaea, the primal force of the earth itself. One hand of creation, one hand of destruction, and he extended his fingers.
"Touch of Creation."
Life, separated from her body, stood free as Abyss erased her soul. Gaea remained, a vessel, yet powerless. The planet itself, her form, lay inert under his command. No mercy remained. No harbingers lived but him, and Kronos, who now stood on scorched ground, visions of long-lost armies dancing before his eyes.
"I am the last titan of the previous era." He said as he he witnessed the world crumble as he continues "I lived in age where I was one of the strongest although it's time for me to accept destiny their is no kingdom that can hold me in that age" the titan spoke thinking he's talking to his own army as he can't tell reality anymore
Abyss' response was swift. His first blow was an inferno of wind, a tempest that erased Kronos' illusions of power and authority. Punch after punch rained down, a sequence beyond pain or death-the laws of concepts themselves bending under Abyss' might. The remnants of Kronos' armies vanished, their existence reduced to nothingness, ash scattered into the void.
Kronos shouted, rage and grief mingling into an eternal scream. "You dare-my dreams! Our dreams!"
"You think the world belongs to you?" Abyss growled. "You think your loss in the Titanomachy defined your era? You brought garbage into the field, little remnants of your pride... I will crush all of it."
With one final, decisive strike, Abyss erased Kronos. Time itself shuddered, collapsing and reassembling under Abyss' will.
In the stillness, he turned his power to one last act of mercy: Artemis. He restored her, not for long, merely enough for a brief exchange. "Let's meet in the next cycle," he whispered, before erasing her again. No memory of him remained for her, and the cycle of oblivion continued.
Chaos itself, the primordial foundation of existence, now confronted him. As he moved to erase the last vestiges, Nyx transformed, revealing her terrifying, demon-like true form beneath her divine beauty. They clashed.
It was a display of unbridled power. Abyss toyed with her, a harbinger capable of annihilating gods for amusement, testing Nyx's strength. Every strike, every counter, every burst of energy was a testament to his supremacy.
Nyx spoke
"you come along way abyss I remember when you we're just a glitch caused by syncretism"
Abyss raises his eyebrows asking her to continue
" cycle 12 millions harmonic Cythera birthed"
Nyx staggered back, shadows leaking from the wound across her chest.
For the first time since the dawn of existence—
she looked afraid.
Not of death.
Of failure.
"You still don't understand…" she whispered.
Abyss walked toward her slowly, golden and black ichor dripping from his fingertips.
"Then explain."
Nyx laughed weakly.
"You think this world created you naturally?"
The void around them trembled.
"I MADE the conditions for you."
Abyss stopped.
Nyx raised a shaking hand toward the broken remains of reality.
"I influenced Thanatos to steal the Cosmic Seed. I corrupted death itself. I let Oblivion be born incomplete."
Fragments of dead stars flickered around her.
"I pushed Aether and Protemos into war. I shattered primordial light. I watched Heaven collapse into cold order under Zeus."
Each word felt less like boasting—
and more like confession.
"I sacrificed years of planing billions of them."
Abyss narrowed his eyes.
Nyx stepped closer despite her injuries.
"Do you know what Harmonic was?"
Silence.
"A balanced god. A peaceful dominator. A healer of war."
Her expression twisted bitterly.
"But mortals ruined him."
Visions appeared around them: temples burning, worshippers twisting meanings, fear replacing understanding.
"Domination became tyranny. Dark love became obsession. Manhood became cruelty."
Abyss' eyes widened slightly.
"So I erased him."
The universe went silent.
"I let syncretism corrupt your identity. I let the world forget you."
Nyx's voice cracked.
"Harmonic died… and the glitch was born."
"Abyss."
The name echoed infinitely.
Nyx smiled weakly through tears.
"I needed chaos strong enough to survive the end of existence itself."
Images flashed: A ten-year-old boy falling into Tartarus. Bleeding. Screaming. Surviving.
"I needed someone the universe itself would try and fail to kill."
More visions: Cyclopes. Wars. Betrayals. Pain. Loneliness.
Every tragedy.
Every loss.
Every step.
Engineered.
"I made the perfect conditions for your evolution."
Nyx reached toward his face carefully.
"And you surpassed every expectation."
Abyss stared at her silently.
Not angry.
Not shocked.
Just… hollow.
Nyx's voice softened into something almost maternal.
"You are not a mistake. You are the greatest thing this cosmos ever produced we can be a powerful power couple and rule the nyx cycle."
Then the desperation comes in:
"So don't erase me."
Then, in a moment of perfect clarity, Abyss unleashed the Touch of Harmonia, a combination of destruction and creation in perfect harmony
"like everyone you liked the idea of me not what I had to endure to become the idea"
Nyx' body disintegrated under the force, and in her last moments, Mirage' consciousness emerged, claiming the vessel she had long lost. She kissed Abyss goodbye-a silent farewell, a final acknowledgment of the shadow that had once held the universe together.
With Nyx and Mirage gone, Chaos fell. Abyss stood alone as the origin, the architect of the new cycle.
Reality itself had ended. Gravity, morality, life, order-everything had collapsed. And from the ashes, Abyss began his creation, the perfect synthesis of destruction and life, his golden and dark ichor forming worlds anew.
He was no longer a harbinger, no longer bound to war or fate. He was the beginning and the end, the cycle unbroken, the eternal Abyss.
The universe waited, silent, as a new reality began to form under his will the final goal to anchor the formation of Olympus.