Chapter 8: The Supreme Army’s True Beginning – Challenging Fate
The fortress was silent.
The would-be assassins knelt before Leon, their faces filled with a mixture of fear and awe. They had tried to kill him, yet they were the ones who had been broken instead.
🔥 Strength commanded respect.🔥 And Leon had just proved he was worthy.
Karos stood at the side, watching with a smirk.
"Well, that was entertaining. I was wondering if you'd survive."
Leon exhaled slowly, shaking the tension from his fingers.
"If that was their best, they should've brought more."
One of the kneeling warriors, a tall, lithe woman with deep abyssal tattoos, finally spoke.
"We accept you as our leader."
Leon's eyes narrowed.
"You don't have a choice."
🔥 A Supreme doesn't beg for loyalty. He takes it.
Dividing the Army – Factions Among the Forsaken
🔥 The Forsaken were not a united force.
Now that Leon had crushed the rebellion, new factions began forming within the ruins.
The Loyalists – Those who had sworn allegiance after witnessing his power firsthand.The Opportunists – Those who followed him but still held doubts, waiting to see if he would fail.The Hidden Enemies – Those who had lost faith in the Forsaken's strength and were looking for a way out.
Karos crossed his arms.
"This is how leadership works, kid. Half of them want to see you rise, the other half want to see you fall."
Leon smirked.
"Let them try."
🔥 Because now, he wasn't just fighting for himself. He was building something greater.
The Next Step – The Abyssal Ritual
One of the more senior Forsaken warriors, an older man with jagged scars covering his arms, stepped forward.
"A ruler in the Abyss is nothing without recognition."
"If you want to lead, you must pass the Abyssal Ritual."
Leon raised an eyebrow.
"And if I refuse?"
The man chuckled darkly.
"Then you're just another fool playing warlord."
🔥 The Ritual. A trial that had existed since the beginning of the Forsaken.
🔥 A test not just of strength—but of the Abyss's approval.
🔥 And now, Leon would face it.
The Ritual Begins – The Abyssal Chamber
🔥 The ruins led deeper underground, into a hidden temple carved from black stone.
🔥 Strange markings pulsed along the walls—ancient runes that spoke of something far older than the Forsaken.
Leon stepped forward, his instincts sharp.
Something was here. Watching.
[Selene]:"Leon, this place holds remnants of an ancient force. Be prepared."
🔥 The ritual chamber opened before him.
A massive pool of abyssal liquid churned at the center, its surface twisting and shifting like a living thing.
"Enter the Abyss and let it judge you."
Leon smirked.
"Let's see what fate thinks of me."
🔥 And he stepped inside.
The Abyss Accepts or Rejects
🔥 Darkness swallowed Leon whole.
🔥 His body was weightless, drifting through endless nothingness.
🔥 Then, voices whispered. Thousands of them.
"Unworthy.""He does not belong.""He will fall like the rest."
Leon's teeth clenched.
"I don't give a damn what you think."
🔥 Power surged within him.
🔥 He had defied fate once. He would do it again.
And then—
🔥 The Abyss answered.
A pulse of energy erupted from the darkness, consuming him.
🔥 And when the ritual ended… Leon was no longer the same.
Meanwhile… Celeste's Awakening Nears
🔥 In another realm, Celeste gasped, clutching her chest.
🔥 A memory had surfaced—a vision of a man standing in the darkness, defying an unseen force.
"Who… who is he?"
🔥 Tears blurred her vision. The name was on her lips, but she couldn't remember.
"Leon…"
🔥 And somewhere, fate shifted again.