The throne room **stood in ruins** around Sai. The black stone that once supported the **ancient seat of power** had collapsed into fractured slabs, and the throne itself—**the very symbol of dominion over the Abyss**—was nothing more than scattered fragments.
And yet, the **Abyss remained.**
No longer bound to the throne.
No longer seeking a ruler.
Because now—it had **one.**
Sai exhaled slowly, his breath **steady** despite the raw power pulsing through his veins. The black mist **coiled around his arms**, but it no longer clung to him like chains. It moved freely, fluidly, shifting with his thoughts—**an extension of him.**
His golden abyssal eyes **flickered softly** as he stared down at his hands, watching the mist **curl around his fingers**, responding effortlessly.
The Abyss was no longer a **force** he was fighting against.
It was **his to command.**
But he wasn't sure if that **terrified him** or made him feel…
**Whole.**
Behind him, the others stood in **stunned silence**, their faces pale, their eyes locked on him with a mixture of **awe and disbelief.**
Lena's voice was **hoarse** with shock.
"Sai…" She took a hesitant step forward. **"What… what did you just do?"**
Sai slowly turned toward her, the mist **parting around him** as if the Abyss itself made way for him now.
His eyes—**once fierce with exhaustion and defiance—**were steady. Clear.
**Golden.**
He met her gaze, voice **calm but certain.**
"I changed it."
Lena's eyes **widened slightly.** "Changed it?"
Kael took a slow, deliberate step forward, his massive frame **casting a long shadow** against the fractured stone. His golden abyssal eyes **narrowed slightly**, still gleaming from the fight.
"You destroyed the throne," he muttered, voice low and sharp. "But you're still…" His eyes flickered to the mist that **coiled around Sai's shoulders** like a cloak of living darkness. **"You're still connected to it."**
Sai met his gaze evenly. "I didn't destroy the Abyss," he said softly. "I **remade it.**"
Kael's fingers **tightened around his greatsword**, but he didn't move.
Ezren, who had remained silent up until now, **slowly lowered his dagger**, his abyssal eyes flickering with **careful curiosity.** He studied Sai for a long moment, as if he were trying to **see through him**, to understand what he had just witnessed.
Finally, he exhaled slowly. **"How?"**
Sai's eyes **darkened slightly**, and the black mist **swirled softly** around his feet.
He didn't answer immediately.
Because he wasn't sure if he **could.**
How did he explain that he had **rewritten the very essence of the Abyss?**
How did he describe what it felt like to **hold an entire reality in his hands** and reshape it with nothing more than a thought?
He glanced down at his **fingers**, watching the mist **curl and unfurl** at his command.
"I didn't take the throne," he murmured softly, his voice **barely above a whisper.** "I **became it.**"
The room fell **deathly silent.**
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Even the Abyss itself seemed to **still**, watching.
And then—**Valeria laughed.**
Softly at first. Bitter.
Then **louder.**
Sai's eyes **snapped toward her.**
The former Inquisitor sat slumped against a fractured pillar, still bloodied and bound, her silver hair **matted with dirt and sweat.** She coughed weakly, but her golden eyes were **sharp**, gleaming with something **between amusement and disbelief.**
Her voice was **hoarse**, but laced with bitter satisfaction.
**"You… stupid, reckless fool."**
Sai's gaze narrowed. "What?"
Valeria's **chest heaved softly** as she shook her head slowly, a faint, weary smile tugging at her bloodied lips.
"You didn't take the throne. You became it." She chuckled softly, voice strained with exhaustion. **"Do you even understand what that means?"**
Sai's **eyes hardened slightly**, but he didn't answer.
Because he didn't know.
Not entirely.
Valeria's smile **faded slightly**, her eyes sharp despite the blood on her face.
Her voice lowered.
**"The Abyss is no longer bound to a throne, Sai."** Her eyes narrowed. "Now it's bound to **you.**"
The words **hit him harder** than he expected.
Sai's **fingers twitched slightly**, the mist **responding instantly**, swirling violently for a brief moment before settling.
He exhaled sharply. **"…I know."**
But the weight of her words **still lingered.**
The Abyss was no longer **separate** from him.
It was part of him now.
And he realized, with a slow, **sickening certainty**, that **he couldn't escape it.**
Because he **was** the Abyss.
And the Abyss was **him.**
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### **The Remnants of the Throne**
The mist **swirled around him softly**, responding to his movements with ease. He lifted his hand slowly, and the black tendrils **coiled around his wrist**, shifting, **waiting.**
Kael exhaled sharply, **breaking the silence.**
His voice was low. **"Can you control it?"**
Sai slowly **turned his hand over**, watching the mist **pulse faintly** in response, like a living thing.
He could **feel it** now—the Abyss itself. The shifting, moving, **unraveling fabric of reality** that no longer resisted him.
It moved with him.
For him.
And somehow—he knew.
The answer was clear.
He met Kael's eyes evenly.
"Yes."
Kael's grip on his sword **loosened slightly**, but he didn't look relieved. His eyes remained **sharp**, watching Sai carefully. **"But for how long?"**
Sai didn't answer.
Because **he didn't know.**
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### **The Wound That Wouldn't Heal**
Lena slowly **stepped forward**, her fingers still trembling slightly from the battle. Her voice was **barely above a whisper.**
"Sai… is it over?"
Sai's golden abyssal eyes **flickered toward her.**
He could feel the **hope** in her voice—the desperate **need** for him to say yes. To tell her that the battle was won, that the Abyss was no longer a threat.
That they were free.
But he couldn't.
Because the **truth** was already sinking into his bones.
**The Abyss was never going away.**
Not completely.
Not ever.
And **now—it was his to carry.**
The wound in reality **hadn't been closed.**
It had simply been **given a name.**
**His.**
Sai slowly exhaled, forcing his voice to remain steady.
"…It's not over."
Lena's eyes **widened slightly**, her breath catching in her throat.
Kael's jaw **tightened.**
Ezren's abyssal eyes narrowed faintly, but he didn't look surprised.
Valeria chuckled weakly, slumping further against the stone. Her voice was **hoarse** but certain.
**"It will never be over."**
Sai's hands slowly **curled into fists**, the mist **tightening around him.**
Because he **knew** she was right.
The Abyss wouldn't simply vanish.
It wouldn't fade.
It would **stay with him.**
**Always.**
And he would **carry it.**
**Forever.**
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### **The Abyss Follows**
The ruined palace **shuddered faintly**, the aftermath of their battle **settling into silence.**
The black mist **coiled softly** around Sai's legs as he turned toward his companions, his abyssal eyes **flickering with certainty.**
Ezren's voice was calm but sharp. **"So what now?"**
Sai exhaled slowly, **rolling his shoulders.**
The Abyss **swirled faintly** in response, **slipping through his fingers** like strands of smoke.
He smirked slightly.
"We leave," he murmured.
Kael raised a brow. "And after that?"
Sai's eyes **darkened faintly**, the mist **coiling tighter around his shoulders.**
His voice was calm. **Steady.**
But his golden eyes **gleamed with certainty.**
"Then… **we rebuild the world.**"
The Abyss **coiled around him** like a living shadow.
And this time—
**It followed him.**