In the darkest depths of the Abyss stood a towering grand hall.
The hall seemed to have formed naturally. Though its oil-like material gave it a rough appearance, it also possessed the weight of countless years, as if it would stand here for eternity.
Outside the Abyssal Hall stood Abyssal Knights clad in black heavy armor. Each had three arms and a single eye growing from its chest. They were all asleep. Any intruder who arrived here would first have to face these Abyssal Knights. In essence, they were truly unkillable existences, one with the grand hall itself and among the sources from which Abyssal power bred.
The hall's doors were tightly shut. In the innermost depths of the dim hall, the figure on the Abyssal throne sat with its head slightly bowed. The disordered, dark wooden horns on its head were no longer an omen of misfortune. If a newborn among the Abyssal race possessed such features, the entire clan would feel honored. This was one of the most innate manifestations of Abyssal power.
In fact, not far to the right of the throne stood a hidden door. Passing through it revealed another world behind the throne's stone wall. The area was not large, only nearly a hundred square meters, but its overall arrangement possessed a dark, mysterious sense of ritual.
Drip, drip~
Dark blood fell from the wooden fingertips hanging above, landing in the pitch-black pool below. Layer upon layer of ripples slowly spread. This scene had continued for an extremely long time, but today, the black pool changed. An arm rose from the viscous black liquid, and with a slap, its hand pressed against the pool's edge. The right hand wore a red bracer. Threads of Abyssal power traced patterns across it, forming rings upon the back