Sign In To The Body Of Chaos At The Start-Chapter 91: The World Beyond The Rift!

With all of the enemies defeated, there was nothing stopping Damon from heading into the rift. He stood at the edge of the final path, no more tricks or illusions, just the rift pulsing before him.

Behind, the cathedral of High Resonance was already crumbling, especially due to the increased pressure exerted from the rift.

It was a spiraling vortex of fractured reality and Abyssal Will, stretching in every direction, feeding on the city’s lifeblood like a parasite too ancient to be named.

The chains of darkness binding it now throbbed with grotesque power, tendrils coiling lazily in the air like they were waiting for him.

Damon took a breath, though even that felt distorted now, and stepped forward. The moment his foot passed the threshold, the world inverted.

Light vanished.

Not dimmed. Not blocked. It simply ceased to exist. Damon found himself completely surrounded by a void, not just pitch black darkness, but actually nothingness, negative.

A color that had no place in language, it was like the non existence of anything. Damon couldn’t even filter it, the color was impossible to influence with any facet of his power.

However, his <Eyes Of Oblivion> at least allowed him to see what was hidden behind this veil of nothingness.

He looked down, seeing the ground beneath him was wet and slick, but not with water, instead with an oil-like Abyssal rot that pulsed and crawled with a life and mind of its own.

Looking around, Damon could recognize where he was, it was the City of Elarith Valis, but now it was a reflection, left was right, high meant low, and it was twisted, gutted and completely inverted.

A Mirror World shaped by Abyssal Power.

Skyscrapers were half-melted, leaning in at impossible angles, covered in shifting layers of flesh-like growth and bone scaffolding. Tendrils of darkness wove in and out of shattered windows, pulsing with malevolent rhythm.

The streets were cracked and curled upwards, revealing molten shadows beneath, and flickers of corrupted memory drifting like smoke above them.

And then there were the bodies.

At first, Damon thought they were just armor husks, as he saw the crystal and silver plating bearing the City’s sigils, but then he saw them blackened and broken.

The Abyss had not just killed them. It had violated their essence. Some corpses were twisted into horrific statues, locked in positions of agony or madness, frozen mid-scream, fused with stone or glass.

Others were little more than skeletal remains, their armor crumpled and fused to flesh.

Still others... moved, but barely. Their arms occasionally flickered, crawling as if trying to scape an inhuman horror, while he also saw a jaw twitch, even one that no longer had a body connected to it.

"Were they trying to reach the source too?" he murmured.

He didn’t have an exact idea of how to destroy the Abyssal Damnation, his best guess was simply to find a ’source’ of where it came from in this mirror world and destroy it, which should hopefully free the real city back outside this strange mirror dimension.

The Codex of Judgment floated quietly beside him now, its chains extended slightly, searching and guiding him to exactly where he needed to be.

Damon followed it, each step making a soft squelch against the cursed terrain. He used the flames of judgement to burn away the abyssal liquid trying to stick to him, stopping any potential corruption.

The deeper he moved into the Abyssal reflection, the more the air pressed in on him. It wasn’t weight. It was presence. The will of something ancient and watching.

He passed what once had been the Grand Plaza. Now it was a crater of weeping earth, filled with a lake of pitch that reflected not the sky, but screaming faces.

At its center, a monument of writhing tendrils reached toward a sunless sky, shaped into something that almost resembled a dragon, but with too many wings, and too many eyes.

Damon’s Gloves of Slaughter twitched. Something had locked onto him.

He twisted, narrowly avoiding a jet of black mist that tore through the air where his head had been.

~BANG!~

The black mist crashed into a building behind him, completely destroying it. But just as quickly as the building collapsed, reality warped, and the building returned to normalcy.

Meanwhile, in front of him, three figures emerged from the shadows, and none of them were human.

They all wore armor bearing the sigils of the city, however, they were completely covered in Abyssal fungus and dripping with rot. Their eyes were glowing violet, and jagged spears of corrupted metal erupted from their backs like malformed wings.

As soon as they arrived, their presence warped the area, twisting the structures around them.

Meanwhile, Damon used his <Eyes Of Oblivion> to read the Soul prints of the attackers.

They were once protectors of the city. Now they were guardians of the Abyss, working as minions to slay anyone else who came through the rift into this deranged mirror world, their souls trapped in eternal servitude

He summoned BloodReaper, and the scythe howled in approval.

[ Judgement Spiral! ]

He leapt into motion, twirling his scythe in a wide arc that lit the area with radiant light. The wave crashed into one of the Guardians, purifying the Abyssal rot from its shell, forcing a shriek from its mouthless face.

But it wasn’t enough to immediately kill one of them. They were extremely coordinated even in their madness.

Two of them immediately flanked him, their spears clashing with the edge of BloodReaper, while the third unleashed a torrent of abyssal flame that twisted through spatial angles Damon couldn’t predict.

He began using the active power of the [ Primordial Eternal Heart ], his power flaring to its maximum potential.

Golden veins glowed under his skin, and time began to ripple slower around him. He ducked, weaved, and retaliated, now able to more clearly see the incoming attacks and react to them.

Each movement was precise, fueled by his Saint Grade WarMonger Technique and honed instincts. His foot slammed into the cracked ground, sending a shockwave of light that blasted two of the guardians backward.

[ Retribution Lance. ]

From the Codex, a pillar of golden light formed into a spear, which he hurled into the air. It pierced one of the echoes cleanly, pinning it to a tower, where it convulsed violently and turned to light.

But Damon didn’t wait. He blurred forward and drove BloodReaper into the second echo’s chest, then twisted, unleashing [Void Lockout ] in a single pulse.

The Abyssal energy vanished in a radius around him, silencing the darkness for just long enough for him to decapitate the last echo.

Silence returned around him, Damon breathing heavily as he looked around, still glowing with overclocked power.

~SHIFTTTT!~

Then, the city seemingly grunted, and all of the buildings in the surrounding area shifted, some of them just collapsed entirely, leaving gaping spaces of nothingness through the city.

However, Damon’s eyes were not on that. Instead, they were on something in the distance, deep at the edge of the City’s abyssal reflection, Damon saw it.

A Tower!

It was the origin point of the corruption. Or rather... it had become it. Once a Soul Beacon, a divine resonance hub, now it was a monolith of corruption, spiraling into the sky with no end. It bled darkness into the city, its top half floating like an inverted spire that cast no shadow.

This was where it had begun.

The Damnation.

He moved quickly, warping across shattered rooftops, cutting down the warped beasts that crawled from walls or descended from the sky.

Each one was a memory of something Elarith Valis had once known, its pets, its heroes, its scholars, all now mockeries of the fallen city.

Eventually, Damon stood at the base of the tower. Tendrils reached toward him but recoiled as the Codex of Judgment flared.

A path opened between them, lined with broken statues and ossified time.

The very steps screamed as he ascended. He could feel the pressure building. The will of the Abyss concentrated at the top of the tower.

It knew he was coming and it was welcoming him, preparing for his arrival to strike him down and add him to their powers.

However, just as it was preparing, so was Damon, ready to begin his ascent.

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