Eclipse Online: The Final Descent-Chapter 61: ECHOES BELOW

The tremor died down, but its resonance lingered in the silence that came after.

Dust drifted down from the jagged ceiling of the room, looking like powdered ash, and a low vibration—nearly silent but vibrating in Kaito’s bones—settled in the calm air.

Kaito stood upright, his arms and legs still trembling with the surge of power that had run through him.

The darkness in him had quieted down, coiled like a dormant snake, but its presence could still be felt from within. He could feel it at the back of his eyes, in the beat of his heart, in the way the world seemed to vibrate at the edges.

Surely, without any trace of doubt, he was changed forever.

"Something’s different," Nyra whispered, in a low and wary tone, her voice hardly perceptible. Her sword was still drawn, half-defended. She had not stepped back, but Kaito noticed the subtle change in her weight. She was definitely ready to run or strike.

He couldn’t blame her.

"Nyra, I can still think," he said, his voice raspy. "I can still feel." He placed a hand on his chest, to the spot where the energy had burned through him.

"But the Abyss... it’s inside me now. Not fighting against me. Waiting." he said, his voice somewhat sorrowful.

There was a little moment of silence between them, thick with unspoken horror.

Then Nyra moved forward. Not back, but towards him.

"You’ve made your choice," she said. "Now we will suffer the consequences of that choice."

Kaito met her eyes. "Together?"

She nodded, even as her jaw tightened. "For as long as you remain yourself Kaito."

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A second tremor shook the room—deeper, more slashing. This one was not just a shift of the stone. It was accompanied by a distant keen. Not of a monster. Not even of anything alive. It was as if the world itself was agony.

"We must leave," said Kaito, turning toward the archway.

It was gone.

The runes that had shone with light were now blackened, burned into the stone. The arch itself had collapsed into rubble, as if it had never been a gate at all but only a trap to lure him in.

Behind them, the tunnel they had entered through had twisted.

Kaito’s mind couldn’t make sense of the angles anymore. The path was gone. The geometry was wrong—curved where it shouldn’t be, inverted like a reflection that defied the original order of things.

"This isn’t just a room," Nyra said. "We’ve been shifted. We’re somewhere else now."

Kaito nodded slowly. "Deeper into the Abyss."

There was a sound from the darkness beyond. Not footsteps. Not movement. But a voice. As if something ancient was breathing syllables that had no place in the mortal tongue. The stones vibrated with the rhythm of it, each sound a fracture against sense.

Nyra’s grip on her sword tightened. "Tell me you can still fight." She requested.

Kaito said nothing. He just started walking forward, the darkness opening in front of him like it was a living veil.

The corridor beyond was unlike any dungeon level they had seen. It wasn’t excavated. It wasn’t built either. It just existed.

Its walls pulsed faintly, like veins in the body of a living thing, and a cold mist clung to the floor in tendrils that retreated as they passed by. The air was dense enough it felt like wading through memories.

Then the whispers began.

They came from everywhere. Nowhere. Whispered voices calling just at the edge of comprehension.

"Kaito... you left us behind... "

"We weren’t ready... "

"Do you remember the fire? The screams?"

"Why did you not save me Kaito?"

"Why...Kaito, why?"

Kaito grimaced as the last voice echoed in his ears. He knew it. It was not the Abyss. It was his past.

"Don’t listen," Nyra whispered at his side. Her own face was tight, pale. "It’s feeding on regret."

"I thought I buried that." His voice shook. "I thought I had moved on from it."

"No one moves on from something like this," Nyra said. "We just survive through it."

Then a shape stood in their path.

It was man-shaped—approximately. A silhouette of shadow and ash, blurring at the edges like a dream only partially recalled. Its eyes seethed with the same glyphs that had once blazed in the arch, and when it spoke, the air vibrated.

"You have crossed the Veil." The strange figure spoke.

Kaito stepped forward, Abyss energy roiling beneath his skin. "Who are you?" he requested.

"I am the Echo," it said. "The first voice. The forgotten memory. The blood cost to open the gate."

Kaito’s eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

The Echo tilted its head, stiff, artificial gestures. "To warn. To witness. To remind. You have consumed the Abyss—but it is not yours. Never will it be. You are its vessel, and nothing more."

Kaito’s heart rate slowed. The being in front of him emitted neither evil nor good. It was beyond morality.

"Can it be stopped?" Nyra asked. "The Abyss. Can we kill it?"

The Echo didn’t answer right away. Then: "It was never meant to be stopped. It is not a curse. It is a scar. A remembrance of a war long past. And now you bleed it anew.".

Kaito’s fists clenched. "Then show me how to stop it."

The Echo stepped aside.

"One does not stop what they do not understand. If you would stop the Abyss... you must see it. All of it."

Behind the Echo, a new entrance manifested—not with doors or stone, but with shifting darkness. A spiral staircase going down into emptiness.

Nyra shot Kaito a glance. "You sure about this?"

"No," he answered honestly. "But we don’t have a choice."

Hand in hand, they stepped forward and fell.

They traveled for what might have been hours. Or seconds. Time distorted here. Every step echoed differently, as if the space itself was deciding which moments were real and which were a dream.

At the spiral’s bottom, they opened into an enormous chamber. It was circular, impossibly vast, with a chasm where the ceiling would be. Dozens—no, hundreds—of floating shards hovered in the air, each one glowing faintly.

Kaito recognized them.

Soul shards.

Each one a fragment of a life the Abyss had taken. Memories. Feelings. Self.

Kaito extended a hand to one.

The moment his fingers made contact with the shard, he was inside it.

He was in a field. A boy—no older than ten—was running through tall grass, chasing a butterfly with a stick. His laughter was clean, untainted by horror.

Then the sky darkened. The sun vanished. There were shrieks. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Monsters—dark, amorphous things—poured from nothing, consuming everything.

The boy turned—and saw Kaito.

"You were supposed to protect us," the boy whispered, before being torn into ash.

Kaito stumbled backward, falling to his knees.

"Whose memory was that?" he whispered.

"Yours," replied the Echo from the back. "Or what was left of it. One of many."

More shards swirled around him. Hundreds. Thousands. Each one a splinter of the people he once was, the emotions he lost, the lives ruined by the game’s cruel mechanics and the taint of the Abyss.

"This is the cost," the Echo said. "To revive. To survive. You are no longer you, Kaito. You are what remains."

Nyra knelt down beside him. "Then let’s get it back. We will definitely figure it out together."

The Echo regarded her for a while. "Then you will need to climb the Memory Spire. And face the Reaver."

Kaito’s gaze turned upward. "I am the Reaver."

The Echo’s voice was cold now. "No. You are a fragment. The Reaver lives—intact, corrupted beyond all recognition. The one you would have become... if you had surrendered yourself completely."

There was a pause.

Kaito’s heart pounded quicker. "So all this... the pain, the memories, the scars—they’re not merely echoes of the past. They’re warnings."

The Echo’s eyes blazed harder. "They are lessons. Yet lessons not learned do repeat themselves. The Reaver stalks. It knows you’re here. You carry the Abyss, and it’s drawn to its own."

A tremor shook the room.

Beyond the void, a sparkle moved—a shape never before seen, a scar tearing through unreality. Something was watching.

Kaito stood. The weariness in his bones remained, but a fire was rekindled beneath the weight.

"We find this Spire," he said. "And we end this."

Nyra stood with him, sword still gripped in her hand. "Then we climb. And if this Reaver is me—if it’s what you could’ve become—then we kill it before it becomes something worse."

The Echo said nothing more. It merely turned and vanished into the shadows, taking only the light of remembrance and the echo of a heart no longer entirely owned by the living.

Together, Kaito and Nyra strode into the mist, toward the base of the Spire erupting from the far edge of the chamber. It was distorted and trembling, a tower of broken clockwork and sundered perception.

And somewhere at its apex, the Reaver waited.

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