Chapter 83
The **ground cracked violently** beneath Sai's boots as he advanced toward the fractured gate. The jagged stone beneath his feet **splintered** with each step, the Abyss **coiling around his legs**, restless and **impatient.**
The black mist **spilled from his shadow**, no longer clinging faintly—it **poured outward**, swirling in thick, heavy tendrils that **coiled around the broken earth** and slithered toward the gate.
And **he didn't stop it.**
Because this time—**he wasn't afraid of it.**
The Abyss wasn't a force he had to **command anymore.**
It was **part of him** now.
And he let it **move freely**, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat, breathing with him—**alive and unyielding.**
Kael's boots **crunched against the stone** beside him, his massive frame moving in **heavy, deliberate strides**. His golden abyssal eyes **flickered faintly**, watching the mist surge around Sai's arms.
But **he didn't slow.**
He didn't flinch.
Because **Kael didn't care** what Sai had become.
He just **walked with him.**
And somehow—that made Sai feel **more human** than anything else.
Ezren, several steps ahead, **moved like a shadow**, his dagger glinting faintly with golden-black fire. His footsteps were light and **silent**, his eyes sharp and steady as they locked on the **fractured gate**.
But every few steps—**he glanced at Sai.**
Just for a heartbeat.
Just enough to **watch him.**
**Waiting.**
Because Ezren knew.
And **Sai knew he knew.**
That if Sai **ever slipped**, if the Abyss **ever took him completely**—Ezren would **be the one to stop him.**
And **Sai wouldn't fight him.**
Not when the time came.
Lena trailed behind them, her steps **quieter than before**, her arms **wrapped tightly around herself**.
She didn't speak.
But Sai could **feel her eyes on him**—the way she stared at the black mist **coiling around his fingers**, the way she watched the darkness **move without restraint.**
And he knew.
She was still **searching for him** in the monster he was becoming.
Still **hoping** to see the man she knew.
And he wasn't sure if **she ever would again.**
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### **The Gate Wakes**
The massive gate **shuddered violently** as they approached, its fractured stone frame **splintering further**, thick veins of abyssal fire **crawling along its surface**.
The runes carved into the archway **flared briefly**, pulsing with unstable light.
Golden.
Black.
Then golden again.
As if **the Abyss itself** couldn't decide which it belonged to anymore.
Ezren's golden abyssal eyes **narrowed slightly**, his voice low and steady.
"It's not just broken," he muttered softly. **"It's unraveling."**
Kael's massive hands **tightened around the hilt** of his greatsword, the heavy blade **humming softly** with golden fire.
"Then let's close it," he growled.
But **Sai didn't stop walking.**
His boots **ground into the broken stone**, the mist **coiling and twisting** around his arms, spiraling upward into jagged tendrils of black fire.
Because he could **feel it.**
The gate wasn't **just opening.**
It was **losing control.**
The Abyss on the other side was **pushing through**, breaking free—not in a slow, deliberate crawl like before—but in a **violent surge.**
A tide of **raw power** trying to **force its way into the world.**
And **he knew** he didn't have time to hesitate.
He didn't **look back** at the others.
He didn't **ask them** what they thought.
He simply **stepped forward.**
And the **Abyss moved with him.**
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### **The Collapse**
The moment Sai's boots **crossed the threshold** of the fractured gate, the entire **mountain pass shuddered violently.**
The earth **splintered and cracked**, jagged veins of black fire **ripping through the stone**, sending massive chunks of earth **plummeting into the chasm** below.
The sky **fractured**, heavy clouds twisting into **vortices of black and gold**, swirling around the gate like a massive storm.
Ezren's voice was sharp.
"**SAI—!**"
But it was **too late.**
The gate **detonated violently**, the unstable energy within it **exploding outward**, engulfing Sai in a storm of **black fire and mist.**
Lena's scream was **lost in the roar**, her voice drowned by the **crumbling of stone** as the ridge **collapsed violently** beneath them.
The others were **forced back**, scrambling against the shifting stone as the entire plateau **splintered and fractured**, the earth itself **collapsing into the void**.
And Sai—
Sai was **gone.**
Swallowed by the **Abyss.**
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### **The Other Side**
For a brief, fleeting moment—**there was nothing.**
No sound.
No stone beneath his feet.
Just **emptiness.**
And then—**he was standing.**
Sai's boots **pressed into blackened stone**, the mist **coiling softly** around his legs.
But when he looked up—
He was no longer in the **mountains.**
He was **somewhere else.**
Somewhere that **shouldn't exist.**
The sky was **wrong**—black and fractured, with jagged streaks of golden fire **ripping across the horizon**. The stars were **shattered**, mere splinters of light, flickering faintly against the endless void.
And the ground—
The ground was **alive.**
Massive, twisting roots of **black stone** and golden veins **pulsed beneath his feet**, shifting and moving, as if **the earth itself was breathing.**
And in the distance—
He saw **them.**
The **things beyond the Abyss.**
Not beasts.
Not monsters.
Something **worse.**
Tall, towering figures of **fractured light and shadow**, their forms constantly shifting and reforming, limbs of **black fire** and eyes of molten gold.
Sai's breath caught.
Because he **knew what they were.**
He had seen them **in the visions**.
The things **locked beyond the Abyss**.
The **Sealed Kings.**
And **they were free.**
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### **The Throne Without a King**
At the center of the shifting landscape, Sai saw it.
A **throne.**
Not the one he had destroyed.
Not the **ancient seat of the Abyss.**
But **something older.**
Something **worse.**
It was **carved from black stone**, massive and jagged, etched with runes that **no longer belonged to any language.**
It pulsed faintly with **golden-black veins**, flickering violently **like a dying star**, its edges blurred and distorted by **fractured reality.**
And it was **empty.**
No king.
No ruler.
Just a **void.**
Waiting.
**Calling.**
And **it was calling for him.**
Sai's hands **trembled faintly** as he stepped forward, the black mist **coiling violently** around his legs, resisting.
**No.**
Not resisting.
**Warning him.**
Because **it knew.**
If he sat upon that throne—**he would never leave it.**
The Abyss would **swallow him completely.**
And there would be **no going back.**
But **he didn't stop walking.**
Because the **gate was collapsing.**
The power beyond it was **breaking free.**
And **he was the only one who could stop it.**
Even if it meant **losing himself.**
His boots **pressed into the stone**.
He climbed the jagged steps.
And with **one final glance** at the broken sky, he slowly **lowered himself onto the throne.**
The moment he did—**the Abyss roared.**
The Sealed Kings **turned toward him**, their golden eyes **flaring violently**, and the black mist **coiled violently** around him, wrapping him in darkness.
And **Sai didn't fight it.**
Because he knew.
**He was already lost.**