Balance

The Abyss Knight rode through purgatory.

The towering giant knight was shrouded in pitch-black mist, with only his pupils blazing with red-gold fire.

He marched onward. Despite his excessively massive frame, he moved with the stride of an ordinary soldier, each seemingly slow step actually swift as he pursued his prey.

He pursued the aggregates of the Abyss, returning them to dust.

He pursued demonic beasts, turning them into bloody pulp.

He pursued Abyssal residents, granting them dignified deaths or humiliating submission.

"...This is the Abyss?"

As Abyssal lifeforms fell, the power that seemed to return to dust mostly flowed into the killer's body.

The beasts' blood did not flow downward. Below the black Great Knight's knees remained a permanent crimson, as too many "lives" had become a flowing pool of blood. Its rate of "feeding" could not keep up with its killing.

The Abyssal residents were frenzied yet humble, rational yet blindly obedient. They feared neither death in battle nor regarded it as anything less than honor and Heavenly Duty. Yet they also felt no shame in submitting to stronger Abyssal residents. Being selected as servants or even slaves was likewise an honor and destiny.

"Slaughter, death, evolution... stirring all life together. Is the monster eventually churned out the Abyss?"

The real Lu PingAn sat with his arms wrapped around his knees, eyes closed, like a helpless child.

Yet his "shell," its "tentacles," and her "spirituality" had all turned into Abyssal demons.

The enormous knight grew larger and stronger. Slaughter, evolution, slaughter, evolution... She devoured everything in sight, trying to use it to fill her own emptiness.

An empty mind, a borrowed soul, an artificial body—yet they adapted ever more readily to this "flesh-and-blood millstone" known as the Abyss.

Massive quantities of flesh, blood, and spiritual essence were poured