"You're actually thinking of borrowing the Power of the Abyss?" Viska looked at me strangely, sounding somewhat incredulous.
I scratched my cheek, knowing myself that this plan was rather unexpected. "What, do you have some psychological trauma?"
"Not exactly psychological trauma." Viska shrugged. "I just never expected anyone to suggest something like this—after all, whether it was the God Race or the Xiling, whenever they saw the Abyss, they could only think of one thing: wiping the damn thing out. I've never heard of anyone treating the Abyss as a tool, much less actively triggering an Abyssal apocalypse... If anyone else had said that, it would've been enough to get them hauled before your Military Tribunal, wouldn't it?"
I chuckled. "It is a little unorthodox. But I know you're not the kind of person to be rigid about this."
People who had once been irreconcilable enemies with the Abyss were now going to borrow its power. Seven hundred thousand years ago, nobody would have dared say such a thing, but now the Empire even had an Abyss Independent Regiment under its command. Some things had to change when the time came. The God Race still had no such thing as an Abyss Pantheon, but I knew Viska had an exceptionally strong capacity for acceptance—this formidable academic ace who could choose a specialty against the grain of her own race was probably most powerful precisely because of that adaptability.
Viska lowered her head and looked at her hands, lightly clenching and unclenching them. Her tone was somewhat wistful. "I thought I'd never have to become like that again in this lifetime... Ah, whatever. Sandora accepted her claws, so why the hell should I worry about it? But there's another problem: it's true that opening an Abyss Gate destroys worlds, but it