The Arrival of the Tyrant

A suffocating silence blanketed the battlefield. The air itself seemed to tremble under the overwhelming presence of the man who had just arrived. The abyss, once surging with confidence, suddenly coiled back, as if sensing an apex predator had entered its domain.

Yue Rin struggled to stand, her body screaming in pain from the abyss's last attack. Yet, her golden eyes remained locked on the man before her.

Who is he?

He exuded power unlike anything she had ever encountered. Not just strength—but an absolute authority. Every step he took sent ripples through reality, warping the air around him.

The abyss twisted violently, reacting to this new arrival with an almost primal fury.

"You—" the dark entity hissed, its voice layered with a thousand tormented screams. "You should not exist."

The man smirked.

His black robe fluttered as he raised a single hand. From his fingertips, a thin line of silver energy crackled to life, stretching outward like a blade made of pure destruction.

"I hear that a lot," he muttered.

And then—he vanished.

Yue Rin barely had time to register his movement before he reappeared inside the abyss itself. His energy blade tore through the darkness like paper, sending a monstrous shockwave across the battlefield. The sheer force of the attack ripped open the sky, revealing a cosmic void beyond.

The abyss screamed.

For the first time since its birth—it felt pain.

A gaping wound spread across its form, the dark essence evaporating where the blade had touched. The entity reeled back, tendrils flailing, desperate to regenerate. But the man gave no time.

He moved again.

His figure blurred—too fast for even Yue Rin's divine senses to track. In the span of a heartbeat, he unleashed dozens of precise slashes, each one cutting deeper, tearing away chunks of the abyss's form.

The battlefield was consumed by flashes of silver destruction.

The abyss let out a wretched, shuddering growl. Its endless, twisting form attempted to reconstitute itself, but its wounds did not heal.

The man halted mid-air, hovering effortlessly above the wreckage. He flicked his wrist, shaking off the remnants of the abyss's corrupted essence from his blade.

His eyes—cold and merciless—pierced through the swirling darkness.

"I expected more from a so-called ancient being," he said casually. "You're nothing but a glorified parasite."

The abyss howled.

It launched a final, desperate attack—a tidal wave of pure corruption, large enough to swallow mountains, erasing everything in its path.

But the man did not move.

He simply sighed.

Then, with a single gesture, he pointed his blade at the abyss—

—and spoke a single word.

"Erase."

A brilliant pillar of silver energy erupted from his weapon, tearing through the wave of darkness like a celestial execution. The abyss's attack was consumed instantly, its own power turning against it.

Then, the pillar struck its core.

The world shattered.

The abyss let out one final, agonized shriek before its form imploded. Its very existence was unraveled, its power disintegrating into nothingness.

And then—

Silence.

The battlefield stood still.

The abyss—the nightmare that had plagued the world—was gone.

The man lowered his weapon, the energy fading as if nothing had happened. He turned to Yue Rin, who was still watching in stunned silence.

He tilted his head.

"You look surprised."

She exhaled sharply. "You... you killed it."

He shrugged. "Of course. It was annoying."

A flicker of amusement crossed his face before he sheathed his weapon into the air—as if reality itself bent to his will.

Yue Rin swallowed. This man... he's dangerous.

But before she could ask anything—before she could even think—he suddenly turned away.

"Well," he said, walking toward the horizon, "I have other matters to attend to."

Yue Rin took a step forward. "Wait!"

He paused.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice steadier than she expected.

He smirked, not bothering to turn around.

"A passing tyrant."

And just like that—he vanished, leaving behind only the echo of his presence.

Yue Rin stared at the empty space he left behind, her thoughts racing.

Who was he?

And more importantly—why did he feel even more terrifying than the abyss itself