Reka

Universe was a harsh place. In ways more than one, it was similar to a jungle. Every species had its own place in the hierarchy. 

Befitting to the analogy, every civilization somehow fit itself in the grand jungle of 'life'.

Except for the top and bottom most, every other species had its predators and preys—Their superiors and inferiors.

But unlike animals that remained static in the food chain, civilizations evolved at a rapid pace.

A civilization that remained at the bottom of the pyramid a few hundred years ago could rise and aim for a much better position. 

So, for any civilization, stronger civilizations weren't skies that could not be defied, but mountains that could be mounted and surpassed. 

To Human Civilization, Abyssals were the mountains. 

'Zions are the mountain we have to cross.' Abyss Emperor glanced at the person in front. 

He was seven feet tall, bathed in a silver light as golden wings flapped behind him.