Adarsh_Kartik

"Some doors should never be opened. Some secrets should never be uncovered. But when the Abyss calls, no one escapes."

Aryan, an ordinary IT professional, never expected his life to spiral into darkness. When his close friend Meera goes missing, what starts as a simple inquiry turns into a nightmare of blood, deception, and an ancient cult known as The Pendulum of Death.

The deeper Aryan digs, the more horrifying the truth becomes—people disappearing without a trace, ritualistic murders, and a secret that refuses to stay buried. Alongside his loyal friends Karan and Riya, and the sharp-witted police officer Naina, Aryan finds himself on a collision course with a deadly force that transcends reality.

As they uncover the cult’s twisted rituals, hypnotic mind control, and a leader who claims to have touched the Abyss itself, they realize that stopping them means more than just survival—it means preventing an apocalyptic sacrifice.

But when the Cult Leader offers Aryan a choice—become the new vessel or let the world burn—Aryan must face the ultimate truth.

Because the Abyss never truly dies.

And those who stare into it for too long… never return the same.

Shadows Of The Abyss

Sound of footsteps echoed ahead.

Then—another gunshot.

Karan and Riya froze.

A figure staggered out of the smoke.

He was clutching his side, blood seeping through his fingers.

Karan ran to him. "Dude, you're hit!"

Aryan gritted his teeth. "It's not bad—keep moving!"

Before they could react, another shadow emerged.

He was limping, his hoodie soaked in blood. But despite his injuries, he still moved like a predator.

His mask was gone.

And for the first time, Karan saw his face.

A twisted smirk. Cold, calculating eyes.

The killer raised a gun.

A final shot rang out.

The killer's body jerked. His smirk vanished.

Blood bloomed across his chest.

His gun slipped from his fingers.

And he collapsed.

Karan turned, his breath caught in his throat.

Naina stood there, gun still smoking.

Her expression was cold, unreadable.

The killer gasped for air, choking on his own blood. His lips parted as if to speak—

Then, he went still.

Chapter 25: A Fatal Shot