Ark Undead

This was the backup plan that Theresis had left in his original scheme.

His physical body, as seen by outsiders, had long since become something of little value to him.

That body could have been discarded at will when he received the blessing of the abyss.

Now, he is a son of the Abyss and a preacher of the Abyss in Terra.

Having become part of the abyss, his life essence had completely detached from his fragile body.

As long as the abyss continues to cast its gaze upon him, he can live forever in the endless darkness.

He has kept this body hidden from everyone as a trap.

That wasn't an offensive tactic. Therefore, ordinary heroes, with their keen sense of killing intent, were completely unaware of the presence of that red light.

That's just a positioning rune.

Its true function is to allow the gaze of the gods of the abyss to briefly bypass the fog of the world barrier and focus on this place.

The runes now have fixed coordinates.

The abyss has its eye on you.

A crack suddenly appeared where Theresis's corpse had been.

It was as if the space itself had been smashed open, and a deep, viscous, and mysterious aura, like grease, overflowed from the cracks.

Immediately afterwards, along that crack, space seemed to explode into several fragments as if it were a physical entity.

A terrifying pressure and a chaotic aura capable of instantly causing someone to lose their will descend upon this place.

This is what the abyss truly looks like.

No light, no fire, no order.

Desire itself is magnified infinitely, and the ability to devour everything becomes part of its power.

A huge, pitch-black hand squeezed in through the crack.

The materialized darkness surged into Terra from all around the palm of the hand.

That is an extension of the abyss, powerful enough to drown all light and fire.

Even the First Flame lost its brilliance in the struggles at the beginning of the generations.

The runes on Melantha's body, along with the scent of the Primordial Fire emanating from her, made this deity, who had descended to this place with the help of Theresis, realize what she had found.

The space was filled with incomprehensible, chaotic words that tore at the conscious minds of everyone present.

The space itself was stained deep black, and even the spatial rifts were filled with the rampant desires of countless people from the abyss sea.

The divine words proclaimed their joy at finding the flame, completely disregarding whether anyone would lose their original form amidst such chaotic discourse.

Melantha lost control of her mind after just one glance.

The words of the praiser echoed in her ears, expressing the purest joy.

That was the joy of seeing food, and it was the last sound Melanie, as a human being, could hear.

Melantha's mind has completely lost its ability to think.

Like a small boat on a vast ocean, it was swallowed up by the surging waves in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Melantha finally understood why, in her world, her teacher disappeared after entering the palace.

He wasn't killed by Theresis at all.

That is a threat from outside the world, a malice from generations past!

The undead strode into the palace, playing right into Theresis's trap.

Theresis never imagined she could fight the undead head-on.

He was willing to risk his own physical death to gamble on even the slightest moment of relaxation or distraction in the survivors.

When the red runes are imprinted on the undead, the enemy he faces is no longer Theresis.

He would be gripped tightly by this giant hand, drifting away from the protection of the world's barrier in the ever-expanding spatial rift.

Fight against the abyss that has occupied the world for tens of thousands of years on the boundless sea of ​​the abyss.

Even flames will lose their luster in the endless abyss.

As the large hand gradually reached out to her, Melantha's mind, which had been devoid of any thought, suddenly flashed through her mind.

It's a feeling of happiness, and also a sense of relief.

If such an ending were to occur, she would have to bear the consequences for her teacher.

Melanie was willing.

From the moment she watched her teacher being overwhelmed by the infected on that rainy night, Melanie knew she could never forget this taciturn man.

Perhaps it was admiration for strength, or perhaps it was the care he received from the immortal during the teaching process.

Melantha yearns for recognition from the undead, and also hopes to become a part of the undead world.

She felt she owed the Undead too much, too much to calculate, so she stopped counting it.

Melanie will become what the teacher expects, and she will also become a sharp blade in the teacher's hand.

But if she could, she would rather do something for her teacher, just as her teacher had protected her and her family.

She wanted to be a protector for the teachers.

Even if it's only once.

And so, the girl stared blankly as the large hand approached her.

With the constant calls of lobbyists around her, she lost the will to resist.

The flames on the straight sword in his hand gradually faded, leaving only a few scattered sparks.

This girl, born in Victoria, has experienced everything she would never have had to go through to get to where she is today.

She has endured too much despair and numbness during the decades of silence.

At least Melanie was satisfied with this outcome.

Isn't this fine too?

But, I still really want to...

"Sister Melantha!"

While Melantha was still lost in thought...

A voice intruded into the realm that originally belonged to the gods.

The will contained in that voice caused even the enormous hand, as vast as the ocean, to hesitate for a brief moment.

A silvery-white shadow flashed by, and the hands that had grabbed Melantha were reduced to mere arms.

When she reappeared, Melantha was already in the bounty hunter's arms, back by the door.

"Sister Melansha, wake up!"

An anxious voice exploded in Melantha's ears, drawing away the voice of the persuader who was trying to capture her mind amidst her screams.

The filth that had been circulating on Melantha was instantly captured by another girl.

A hand rested on Melantha's body, and the ring on her index finger trembled slightly, revealing a barely noticeable crack.

Melantha's dazed eyes regained their light as she looked at the young face before her.

"Amiya?"

Melantha's mind was reactivated the moment she saw Amiya.

Sparks flew from the straight blade, and scorching flames covered the edge.

She finally realized what had just happened to her.

"The abyss has a bewitching power. Facing the full pressure of the gods is a first for you, so you are indeed more likely to fall for it."

Skadi gently put Melantha down, helping her to regain her balance.

"But don't let your guard down again."

At that moment, a crimson glow also appeared in Skadi's pupils.

After accepting her identity, Skadi was filled with the power of the Lord of the Masses.

This power, drawn from the abyss, is what allows Skadi to maintain her sanity under the pressure of the gods.

Skadi's greatest reliance at this moment is the blood of the Lord of Dreams, who, though also a member of the Abyss, has been cleansed by the First Flame.

It can be said that even if the world's barriers collapse, Skadi can barely survive in the Abyss Sea by relying on her inhuman physique and simulating the essence of a child of the Abyss like the Doctor.

During the previous battle between Melantha and Theresis, Skadi stayed true to the mission Melantha had given her: to protect Amiya.

Meanwhile, keep an eye on the battlefield and wait until Melantha is truly at a disadvantage before offering her assistance.

"Thank you, Amiya."

"You're welcome, Sister Melanie."

Amiya strained to straighten her back, forcing herself to look directly at the divine hand.

Melantha took a deep breath and gripped the straight knife tightly in her hand.

She was incredibly grateful for her decision to take Amiya away from the Doctor.

Melantha's prediction was correct; she did indeed need Amiya's help.

Amiya is the last work of the twelve awakened philosophers in the Deep Sea Age, created to fight against the Abyss.

Its essence is the Chimera, which can contain all things with its own will and gather several kinds of power.

For Amiya, the power from the abyss was something she could barely muster.

The upper limit of the power that Amiya can contain is determined by her own physique and will.

It can be said that as long as Amiya's consciousness and body can withstand it, she will never be affected by the abyss in any form.

More importantly...

The power that Theresa passed on to Amiya, the Demon Lord's power that originally belonged to the Kazdel royal family, also contained the power of the First Flame.