Chapter 38: Leviathan’s Wrath: War Beneath the Abyssal Depths

The sea howled.

The moment Lucian declared war upon the Dread Serpent, the Abyssal Depths responded in fury.

Towering waves, darker than the void itself, surged forward, consuming everything in their path. The air turned thick with the scent of salt and decay, and the very sky above the battlefield seemed to tremble under the weight of Leviathan's presence.

Lucian stood firm upon the shore, his abyssal energy expanding like an all-devouring tide. Behind him, his army of abyssal warriors remained poised, their dark armor gleaming with unnatural brilliance.

Leviathan, the Dread Serpent of the Deep, loomed above them, his colossal form stretching across the horizon. His scales were not merely black but a swirling mass of shadows and arcane sigils, a body of pure abyssal chaos.

The monster's endless fangs gleamed under the eerie light, dripping with venom potent enough to melt through the hardest of metals. His slitted, abyssal eyes locked onto Lucian with both amusement and rage.

"You are brave, little Sovereign," Leviathan rumbled, his voice echoing through the endless ocean like a thousand tempests colliding. "But bravery means little when faced with oblivion."

Lucian's lips curled into a smirk.

"Then let's test your abyss against mine."

And with that, the war began.

The ocean itself became a battlefield.

Leviathan lunged forward, his fanged maw opening wide, revealing a vortex of pure destruction within his throat. The water around him was devoured instantly, pulled into an abyss that could erase existence itself.

Lucian raised his hand.

"Abyssal Dominion."

The shadows beneath him surged upward, forming an enormous barrier of swirling void energy. The ocean split apart as Leviathan's breath attack clashed against Lucian's shield, sending ripples of pure destruction across the battlefield.

Then—Lucian counterattacked.

With a flick of his wrist, the abyss beneath him expanded violently, forming tendrils of pure void that lashed toward Leviathan like chains of darkness.

The Dread Serpent roared, twisting his colossal body with inhuman agility. He coiled through the air, his serpentine form weaving through the onslaught, dodging the abyssal tendrils with unnatural grace.

"Pathetic," he sneered.

With a flick of his tail, a massive tidal wave—empowered by abyssal magic—rose high above the battlefield. The wave carried leviathan-born abominations, monstrous sea creatures with hundreds of eyes and razor-like appendages, their hunger insatiable.

"Flood the land. Devour them all."

The wave crashed down, consuming Lucian's forces in an instant. Abyssal warriors were pulled into the sea, struggling against the eldritch monstrosities that lurked beneath the surface.

Lucian, however, did not move.

Instead, he let out a soft breath.

"Abyssal Sovereign's Decree."

The moment the words left his lips, the ocean froze in place.

Not from ice—but from sheer dominance.

The waves stopped mid-motion. Leviathan's abominations—creatures that had never known fear—suddenly trembled, their forms unraveling into nothingness.

Then, with a single motion, Lucian raised his sword, and the frozen ocean split apart, revealing the endless darkness below.

"You wield the abyss like a beast, Leviathan," Lucian said, his voice calm but carrying absolute authority. "But the abyss is not merely a sea of shadows. It is power absolute."

Leviathan's amusement vanished.

For the first time in eons, he felt something dangerous—something he had not felt since his earliest days.

A presence greater than his own.

Lucian vanished.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared above Leviathan's colossal head, his abyssal sword humming with power.

"Dark Sovereign's Judgment."

A single slash.

The entire ocean roared in agony.

Leviathan screeched, his massive body convulsing violently as a deep gash formed across his scales, his abyssal blood spilling into the depths.

It wasn't merely a wound.

It was a mark of subjugation.

The Dread Serpent's Wrath

Lucian landed upon the split ocean, standing upon the abyss itself.

Leviathan reared back, his monstrous form trembling with pain and fury. His abyssal blood corrupted the sea, causing waves to crash and distort unnaturally.

"You… dare…!" the serpent snarled.

His rage ignited the depths.

The sea turned violent once more, as abyssal storms crackled with chaotic energy. The sky above them darkened, the clouds twisting into a maelstrom of raw destruction.

Then, from the deepest trenches of the Abyssal Depths, something massive stirred.

A leviathan-born storm, a cataclysm forged by a god of the deep.

Lucian's crimson eyes glowed.

"So you finally decided to take this seriously," he muttered.

Leviathan roared, and the ocean collapsed upon itself.

The battle had only just begun.

Abyssal Duel – The Sovereign vs. The Sea Tyrant

The sea churned violently as Lucian and Leviathan clashed once more.

Leviathan's tail lashed through the battlefield, shattering entire portions of the abyssal ocean, his raw power causing the very fabric of the realm to tremble.

Lucian dodged with ease, his movements fluid and precise, a stark contrast to the sheer brutality of the Dread Serpent's attacks.

Then—Lucian vanished again.

In less than a second, he reappeared at Leviathan's side, his abyssal sword gleaming.

"Dark Sovereign's Severance."

Another slash, this time deeper.

Leviathan let out a pained roar, his enormous form crashing into the ocean, sending tidal waves spiraling outward.

But the serpent was not finished.

His form twisted unnaturally, and from his body, thousands of shadowy tendrils erupted, each one surging toward Lucian with terrifying speed.

Lucian's eyes narrowed.

"Enough."

With a single step, the shadows beneath him expanded infinitely, devouring the entire battlefield in a void of absolute darkness.

For the first time, Leviathan hesitated.

Lucian's power… was not normal.

It was not merely abyssal energy.

It was something far greater.

The Sovereign of the Abyss stepped forward, his aura crushing everything in its path.

"Submit, Leviathan," Lucian ordered, his voice resonating through the realm.

Leviathan's abyssal eyes narrowed, the defiance within them flickering.

For the first time in his existence, he felt pressure.

Not from a greater demon.

Not from a god.

But from a true abyss.

The sea whispered his defeat.

Lucian raised his sword.

"This is your final chance."

Leviathan's massive form trembled.

The weight of Lucian's abyssal dominance was absolute.

Finally—he lowered his head.

"…I yield," he growled, his voice filled with bitter defeat.

The ocean stilled.

The war against Leviathan had ended.

Another Demon King had fallen.

The sea had stilled. The mighty Dread Serpent, Leviathan, had bowed his head in submission. The abyssal waters, once raging with fury, now lay silent—a testament to Lucian's dominance. Yet, this was only the beginning.

Beyond the Abyssal Depths, far across the shattered lands of the Demon Realm, another storm brewed.

A storm of fire and wrath.

Baal, the Infernal Tyrant, had awakened.

Abyssal War Council – Preparation for the Next Battle

Lucian stood atop the blackened cliffs that overlooked the subdued ocean, his abyssal cloak billowing in the cursed winds. Beside him, Azrath hovered, his six dark wings folded against his back, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You did it, just as I expected," Azrath said, his voice filled with amusement. "Leviathan was strong, but in the end, even he couldn't resist your abyss."

Lucian's crimson eyes glowed faintly as he gazed at the horizon. "It's not over."

"No." Azrath's smirk faded. "It has only just begun."

Behind them, Leviathan's forces—his monstrous sea-dwellers and abyssal warriors—stood in silence, awaiting their new master's command. The Dread Serpent himself remained coiled in the waters below, his abyssal eyes lowered in reluctant obedience.

Lucian turned to face his newly acquired army.

"Prepare yourselves," he commanded. "The Infernal Wastes will be our next battlefield."

A ripple of unease passed through the gathered demons. Even among the Demon Kings, Baal was different. His wrath was legend, his flames capable of incinerating entire realms.

"Baal will not submit as easily as Leviathan," Azrath warned. "He is pride incarnate, and he will burn everything before bowing to another."

Lucian's expression remained impassive. "Then let him burn. I will extinguish his flames."

A pulse of abyssal energy surged from his body, darkening the skies above.

The war had only just begun.

The Infernal Wastes – A Realm of Fire and Fury

The Infernal Wastes stretched endlessly, a land of blackened stone and rivers of molten lava. The skies above were an eternal storm of crimson and ash, where flames rained down like divine punishment.

At the heart of this hellish domain stood the Infernal Citadel, a fortress forged from obsidian and brimstone. From within its walls, the Demon King Baal ruled with an iron fist.

And now, he stirred.

A deep tremor rumbled through the land. The very air crackled with heat, the ground splitting apart as something colossal rose from the depths of the citadel.

A figure emerged—a titanic form wreathed in hellfire.

Baal.

His crimson-gold armor pulsed with the heat of a thousand infernos. His horns, jagged and blackened by war, curved like a demon lord's crown. His golden eyes blazed with power, and his massive blade—The Flamebringer—rested upon his shoulder, its edge dripping with molten fire.

He felt the disturbance.

He knew of Leviathan's fall.

And now, the Sovereign of the Abyss was coming for him.

Baal's lips curled into a vicious grin. "Let him come."

With a single step, the Infernal Wastes ignited, flames surging high into the sky, welcoming the approaching war.

March of the Abyss – Arrival in the Infernal Wastes

Lucian's forces marched upon the burning lands, their presence unnatural against the blazing heat. The abyss, cold and unyielding, clashed violently with the infernal energies that pulsed from the very ground.

At the front, Lucian strode forward, his abyssal aura devouring the flames that licked at his form.

Ahead, the gates of the Infernal Citadel stood tall, guarded by thousands of fireborne demons. These were Baal's warriors—beasts forged from pure flame, their bodies sculpted from molten rock, their eyes burning with endless rage.

One of them, a towering demon with four arms and a crown of fire, stepped forward.

"The Abyss is not welcome here!" the demon roared, its voice shaking the land. "Turn back, or be reduced to ashes!"

Lucian did not stop.

Instead, he lifted his hand.

Darkness surged.

In an instant, the demon's flames were snuffed out, its massive form collapsing into cold ash before it could even react.

A wave of silence spread through the battlefield.

Lucian's gaze swept over the remaining demons.

"You stand before the Abyss," he declared, his voice carrying absolute authority. "You have two choices. Submit—or be erased."

The flames around them flickered. The fireborne demons hesitated.

And then, a voice—deep, booming, and filled with power—shook the skies.

"You dare come into my domain and speak of submission?"

From the citadel gates, Baal himself emerged.

Duel of Kings – Abyss vs. Inferno

The moment Baal stepped forward, the world trembled. The flames of the Infernal Wastes swirled around him, forming a vortex of destruction.

Lucian's crimson eyes locked onto the Infernal Tyrant, unshaken.

Baal grinned. "I have been waiting for a real challenge."

With a single motion, he raised his sword—and brought it crashing down.

The air exploded.

A tsunami of fire surged forward, devouring everything in its path.

Lucian remained still.

And then—he raised his own hand.

"Abyssal Dominion."

Darkness descended.

The inferno, unstoppable and all-consuming, met an abyss deeper than existence itself. The flames flickered violently, their very essence drained into the void.

A split second later—Lucian vanished.

He reappeared before Baal, blade drawn.

"You're not the first to think your flames are absolute."

He swung.

A single arc of darkness ripped through the battlefield, aiming straight for Baal's neck.

But—Baal was fast.

Faster than anyone would expect from a demon his size.

His massive blade intercepted Lucian's strike, the clash of abyss and fire igniting the sky in an explosion of pure chaos.

Sparks rained down.

The ground shattered beneath them, and for a brief moment—the entire Demon Realm trembled.

Baal's grin widened. "Not bad."

And then—he counterattacked.

The Infernal Tyrant twisted, bringing his sword around in a devastating sweep. The sheer force of his strike bent the space around it, turning everything in its path into molten ruin.

Lucian dodged by inches, the heat of the attack scorching the very air around him.

Before he could counter, Baal struck again.

Then again.

Each of his attacks was faster, heavier, more destructive than the last.

Lucian parried, dodged, and countered, his movements precise and unyielding. The battlefield erupted with their exchanges, each clash of their blades creating shockwaves that tore through the Infernal Wastes.

The war had begun.

The Wrath of the Tyrant – Baal Unleashed

Baal let out a roar, and his entire body ignited, his power reaching its peak. His flames no longer burned red—they blazed with gold and white, fire so pure that even the strongest demons feared it.

Lucian narrowed his eyes.

"Impressive."

Baal laughed, the inferno around him expanding.

"But you have yet to see my true power."

He raised his hand to the heavens—

And called down the Infernal Judgment.

From above, the sky itself split open, revealing a realm of pure, eternal fire. A meteor of flames, larger than any mountain, descended upon the battlefield, threatening to consume everything in existence.

Even Lucian paused.

Baal grinned savagely.

"Burn."