Chapter 25 — Descent Into the Abyss part 2

Chapter 25 — Descent Into the Abyss part 2

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The group moved forward through the dungeon's deep halls.

The air grew thicker.

Heavier.

Breathing started to feel like inhaling damp smoke.

Every few steps, a faint sound trembled through the ground.

At first, distant.

A cry.

Then... another.

And another.

Not one voice, but many.

Some screamed in agony.

Some laughed like broken souls.

Others whispered things too faint to understand.

Selene (uneasy tone):

"What... is that?"

Their pace slowed as they turned the next corner.

And there it stood.

A nightmare born from pure insanity.

A creature — towering, monstrous, impossible to comprehend.

The group froze in place.

Even these heirs of the Dominion Nexus — powerful, elite, trained since birth — felt something they rarely experienced.

Pure, paralyzing dread.

It didn't walk — it oozed forward, dragging its mass across the ground with the sound of wet meat tearing.

Its skin seethed with movement, constantly rippling between sickly hues of rotting crimson, bruised purple, necrotic black, and bile-stained yellow. The surface pulsed like something alive but wrong, as if countless things squirmed just beneath it, clawing to get out.

But the most soul-shattering part—

The mouths.

They covered its body like scales.

Thousands of them. Some tiny as a fingernail, others wide enough to swallow a child whole.

Some whispered secrets in ancient tongues—language that made your ears bleed.

Some moaned like dying animals or sobbed like abandoned infants.

Others let out high-pitched giggles, like broken music boxes.

A few mouths had teeth within teeth, gnashing even when there was nothing to bite.

And many — most — just screamed.

Endlessly.

Like they were trapped souls begging for release.

Tentacle-like tongues slithered from some of the mouths, tasting the air, tasting you.

The creature's central torso housed a colossal, grinning mouth, stitched around the edges with metal wire, twitching violently as if trying to burst open.

And above it all, where a head should be—

only a massive gaping cavity, rimmed with spiraling teeth and dripping thick black saliva that hissed as it touched the ground, melting everything it touched.

The air around it was wrong — cold, dense, vibrating with invisible pressure — like the world itself was trying to push the abomination back into the abyss it crawled out of.

Ren (hoarse whisper):

"Adrien... where the hell is he?"

The entire group turned in panic, scanning the area.

He was gone.

Vanished.

Without a trace.

Panic tightened in everyone's chest.

Vera (desperate):

"Activate emergency teleportation!"

The group reached for their teleport devices.

Nothing.

The devices sparked, short-circuited, then died completely.

The immense pressure radiating from the creature crushed even their technology.

And then — it moved.

Not fast.

Not slow.

Instant.

A blur of twisted muscle and gnashing mouths.

Before anyone could react—

A sickening crack echoed.

Daiki Stormgrave's right leg flew across the corridor, severed clean.

He fell, face twisted in shock before his brain could even process the pain.

Shun Mercurius attempted to retreat, but his right arm was suddenly gone — torn out like paper.

Blood sprayed the air like a mist.

Screams erupted.

Selene tried to activate her time barrier — but a blackened tongue shot out from one of the creature's mouths, slicing through her side.

Kaito Solarius fired a beam of pure energy — but the attack vanished into the thing's shifting body as if swallowed by nothing.

One of the twins from the minor houses turned to run.

The creature swept forward.

Shhk.

His entire head vanished.

Clean, simple, horrifyingly casual.

The headless body stood frozen for a moment, blood gushing upwards like a fountain, before collapsing.

Then

The mist curled tighter as the creature moved forward, its bulk slithering over the cracked stone with a sickening, wet sound. The cave shuddered with every scream that escaped its hundreds of mouths.

Ren's figure stood in its path — frozen, trembling, torchlight flickering in their eyes.

The creature didn't hesitate.

From its side, a tendril-like limb shot out — a whip of twisted flesh ending in a grinning, blade-lined mouth. With a shriek of air and sinew, it sliced through the man's neck like it was cutting silk.

His head tumbled to the ground.

His body collapsed seconds later, still twitching.

Before the blood could finish pooling, dozens of mouths near the base of the monster descended on the corpse.

One bit into the leg, ripping away muscle in ribbons.

Another chewed into the chest, cracking ribs like twigs.

A smaller, childlike mouth giggled as it gnawed on a hand.

One enormous mouth bit down on the torso and swallowed it whole, bones crunching audibly within.

The severed head, still bearing a frozen expression of terror, was picked up gently by a tentacle tipped with a tiny cooing mouth. It sang to it — a lullaby in an unknown language — before placing it delicately into the gaping, grinning mouth on the creature's abdomen.

Liora's knees buckled as her psychic barriers shattered.

Her mind, used to bending others, was overwhelmed by the thing's impossible existence.

Seraphina (whispering, broken):

"No... no, no, no..."

The monster saw seraphina getting scared to death so he started singing lullaby in a language they know.

To make her feel good.

"Hush, my child, don't try to flee,

The dark has teeth, and it knows me.

Your name will rot, your voice will fade,

As flesh turns red beneath the blade."

"Breathe no more, just close your eyes,

The mouths will sing while your body dies.

Drift below where silence screams—

And feed the thing that eats your dreams."

After hearing this

The others couldn't even scream anymore.

There body gave and they just obey that abomination's will .

Because Terror swallowed their voices

There will to live anymore or think that they can get out alive.

Has diead or it was there

Until that thing show up.

One by one, the creature advanced — not hunting, but collecting.

Each movement felt like death itself choosing its next victim.

Another body crushed.

Another scream silenced.

Another mouth consumed the fallen.

Blood pooled beneath their feet, spreading like a dark lake.

The mouths chewed with wet, slurping sounds.

Gnawing.

Swallowing.

Laughing.

And then — silence.

All that remained was crimson stained stone, scattered limbs, and the creature — standing in the middle of its feast.

The air was still again.

Only the faint sound of chewing echoed, like distant waves against a shore.

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Chapter 25 (part 2) ended