The Hollow Nest stood silent, its stones heavy with the weight of seven years of battle and growth.
I stood atop the highest spire, the jungle below me now tamed, the storms above bowing to my will.
The System's voice, ever cold and clinical, echoed one final time:
[Storm-Heart Conquest: Complete]
[All Survival Quests: Complete]
[Seven-Year Mastery Objective: Complete]
[Rewards Distributed: Stat Increases, Trait Strengthening, New Potential Unlocked]
The power surged inside me — deeper than strength, sharper than instinct.
Something else stirred beneath the surface.
The System's voice grew softer, almost reverent:
[Mythborn Resonance Detected.]
[Void Drake Bloodline: Stable.]
[Abyssal Authority Permission: Granted.]
[Initializing Personal World Domain.]
Before me, the air trembled.
A ripple tore open the sky, revealing a rift of shifting, endless darkness laced with glimmering light.
A pull — ancient, magnetic — called to my very soul.
Velra knelt behind me, crimson hair fanned out like a banner.
She did not speak.
She knew.
This was mine.
Without hesitation, I stepped into the rift, Velra following close behind.
The Hollow Nest disappeared behind us.
The Abyss opened before us.
—
We entered a world that felt like stepping into my own heartbeat.
Abyssal darkness stretched in every direction — not dead or cold, but alive, warm, comforting.
Silver lights floated like stars adrift in a black ocean.
Crystalline mountains pierced the skies; rivers of molten starlight cut across endless valleys.
The ground was soft beneath our feet, pulsing faintly, synchronized to the rhythm of my breathing.
It was beautiful.
Not terrifying.
Not lonely.
It was home.
Velra stared, wide-eyed, for once stripped of her coldness.
"This…" she whispered, her voice breaking. "This is your world, my King. Born from your blood… and your soul."
The System chimed once more:
[Domain Registered: Abyss World Plane]
[Access: Ravro D. Flare — Sole Sovereign]
[Temporal Flow: 100:1 Ratio — One Hour Outside Equals 100 Inside]
A private world.
A sanctum of endless time and infinite potential.
Hours passed as we wandered through the living darkness, marveling at the serene, unshakable calm that filled this place.
It was a realm untouched by chaos — pure, silent, bound only to me.
Eventually, after walking what felt like days across vast, starlit fields, we came upon a ruin.
It stood alone — a desolate island amidst the abyss.
Broken pillars jutted from the ground like jagged teeth.
Shattered statues, long since eroded by time, stared blankly at nothing.
And in the center of it all:
A throne.
Massive.
Dark.
Worn and cracked, yet radiating undeniable power.
It called to me without words.
I stepped toward it instinctively — the throne pulling me like gravity.
But as I crossed the final steps toward it, an invisible wall struck me down.
I gasped, falling to one knee, my breath stolen from my lungs.
The world itself seemed to resist me.
Velra moved to help me, but stopped, sensing something sacred.
She knelt beside me, her voice trembling with devotion:
"My King… that throne is yours. It was always yours.
But a king does not sit by birthright alone.
You must conquer it."
The System confirmed her words, heavy and solemn:
[Trial Unlocked: Throne of the Abyss]
[Objective: Conquer the Throne. Confirm your Dominion.]
[Warning: Failure will result in Severe Consequences.]
The sky shuddered.
The abyss rippled violently, silver veins flashing.
My vision darkened.
Strength drained from my limbs.
The last thing I saw was the throne — massive and immovable — as the world fell into blackness.
And then I passed out.