Hunter of the Evernight
Chapter 663: Unmoved

Chapter 663: Unmoved

Very few people have ever dared to research the Abyss.

The first group that did helped later generations to establish one simple fact; it was a mad and twisted place, one that no human should ever venture into.

They claimed it to be a place filled with the most horrifying things unknown to man, with powerful yet terrifying creatures reigning supreme.

During the period when it was established that Eventide was a flat planet, some mad researchers had claimed that the underbelly of Eventide was where the Abyss resided, claiming that this was why everything was so twisted.

Of course, very few supported the theory and it hardly held up in educated circles in the current age.

In any case, having found himself in this mythical place that seemed to evoke a visceral repulsion in all humans, Ulysses found himself... unmoved.

It was... shocking to say the least.

Perhaps it was because he was an Abyss Wheel Mystic, with the thought that the qualitative change he experienced when transforming into an Abyssal had something to do with it.

The first thing that caught his attention was the celestial body above that seemed to be the equivalent of the Lightbringer in the Abyss.

It radiated a light that offered no heat and even its illumination seemed more a trick of the mind than anything else.

Shifting his attention to the environment, it became clear that if he had dared to enter the Abyss without the submarine, he may have been in for a rather troublesome journey to meet with the Lord of Flesh and Blood.

This was mostly because the Abyss was filled with floating islands, some below and others above with a few on the same level as the submarine as well.

For some reason, he couldn’t quite make out what was on these islands but he had a feeling they were not empty, serving as the homes of the twisted abominations that persisted within the Abyss.

Shifting his attention to the area below he was then met with a thick fog that obscured the surface of this otherworldly dimension.

He didn’t dare to wonder what was beyond the fog, his gut quickly warning him that he couldn’t handle whatever was there, allowing him to shift his attention to a place ahead.

Then, he recalled he was not alone, forcing him to glance to the side just in time to find Elena struggling to breathe properly, her heart palpitating strongly while her form seemed to be on the verge of breaking apart.

"Are you alright?" Ulysses questioned in a worried tone as he rushed to her aid.

Elena gasped as she replied. "I can sense something."

"What?"

"I don’t know. It’s trying to probe me, to dissect me."

"You have to leave."

"But..."

"It’s fine. You’ve done enough bringing me here, you should go now. I’ll handle things from here."

"Alright," Elena said with a nod before quickly creating a portal that fell to the brink of collapse the moment it appeared.

"Go now!" Ulysses cried out as he helped to push her in before the portal closed, allowing him to let out a sigh of relief.

Elena fell through the portal, quickly arriving in Confluence just as the passage closed behind her, but just before it did, she heard a voice, one so twisted, it left her confused, yet for some unknown reason, she managed to decipher the crux behind what she’d heard.

"Brother."

Gasping for air, she wondered what that meant.

Meanwhile, Ulysses decided to focus on finding the Lord of Flesh and Blood as he picked up the protective helmet the Fixer made for him and immediately put it on.

Even though his expectation of being bombarded by madness upon arrival in the Abyss did not come to pass, he wasn’t willing to take any chances.

After that, he inspected the submarine to find that indeed, it was being actively corroded by the Abyss, its divine blessings failing under the combined assault of the Abyss air and the current weakness of the Goddess of Automation.

At the current rate, the submarine had just as much of a lifetime as the helmet he had on which meant he had roughly two weeks to find the Lord of Flesh and Blood or risk continuing the journey through the Abyss on foot.

Considering he wasn’t about to take the risk, he began his quest, utilizing the innate connection he shared with the First Class Otherworldly to serve as a navigator.

Off he went, further into the chaotic environment of the Abyss.

***

There were many things one would expect when traveling between dimensions, especially when in a hurry and while not being sure of where they’d end up, but surely, one of the more negative things would be falling in the middle of two armies currently matching against one another in clear hostility.

"Victoria, explain," Alex remarked as he stared at one faction while the Vampire accompanying him stared at the other.

"I... don’t know. For some reason, our travel was cut off before we could arrive at my intended destination."

Clicking his tongue, Alex snapped his fingers, allowing a deluge of black and white to emerge but it quickly became clear that something was wrong due to how slow the light was.

And even as it swallowed them, with the prospect of taking them away from their current location, they only ended up several meters away, still in the vicinity of the approaching armies.

"Oh come on!" Alex exclaimed. "What’s happening?"

"... Quillion," Victoria muttered, causing Alex to glance at her.

"What?"

"Apart from Antimagic, that’s the only thing that interferes with the supernatural. We are definitely not in the divine kingdom of a deity, so the only other plausible explanation is Quillion, which Henos has an abundance of."

"But I don’t see any."

"Maybe a mine or something similar is close by?... Just a small amount is capable of completely disrupting mystical properties around it, imagine what a large amount might do?"

Glancing at the armies once again, Alex pursed his lips. "If that is indeed the case, then we are in for some serious trouble."