While most of the traveling party didn’t understand the situation and could only watch the scene unfold, the Abyss was undergoing an agony of division.
The pain of being torn apart while still alive.
As soon as Aslan saw the monster created by the Abyss, he realized something.
Even if the party had reached the level of priests and high priests, there was no possibility of defeating that creature in a direct confrontation.
Thus, Aslan chose the most effective means at his disposal.
The maximally condensed Abyss Blade—a sword capable of swallowing the world of the Abyss, one that brought particular anguish to the Abyss itself.
Aslan unleashed it from within the Abyss.
A monster created by the Abyss to survive its battles.
From within this beast came a sound like something being ripped apart alive.
Drdrdrdrdrdrk!
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
Inside, Aslan gripped the sword.
His ears felt like they would burst, his arms were heavy as if crushed by the weight of the world, and it seemed they might fall off at any moment.
It felt as though the arm of a Dragon King might snap or break under such intense pain.
With his mouth open from the searing agony, Aslan screamed, feeling as if his insides were shaking violently.
Whether this was pain or a manifestation of determination, it was unclear.
But it didn’t matter.
Aslan firmly grasped the Abyss Blade.
Pain alone wouldn’t break Aslan.
He would overcome even death and find happiness.
For this was Aslan’s divine power.
Aslan murmured while holding the Abyss Blade.
“Purity.”
Then a white light raced across the longsword stained black.
The white and black mingled.
Finally, when the sword revealed itself as a great blade of white light, shadows enveloped and magnified it.
A sword both of the Abyss and of purity.
Aslan swung it.
Ssshaaaaaaak!
The Abyss Blade tore through the Abyss, devouring it and splitting its belly.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
The monster collapsed, clutching its stomach. From within it poured all sorts of distortions, and Aslan emerged.
With fading consciousness and lingering pain, the man held onto the sword. The moment he stepped outside, he faced the enemy with the darkly glowing blade.
On the remains of the Abyss, Possessors attacked.
Countless Possessors surged forward. Among them, Aslan recognized one.
Tubul Goryu.
Perhaps the monk who once told him to be happy.
He rushed forward and delivered a devastating punch—precise and powerful, an attack no demon or ghost could withstand.
At the same time, Richard mimicked that devastating punch from moments before.
Aslan blocked it with a cross-guard stance, thrusting his sword forward.
Kaang!
The blocked fist. Tilting the sword, Aslan dodged the following punch and swung diagonally.
Tshhak!
The monk’s body split in two, and a gun aimed from behind.
Aslan moved faster than the gun could fire, bringing the sword close to his body and twisting.
Kakakakakakang!
Bullets struck the blade. The Abyss mimicking scattered lead. Aslan blocked them, then finished his turn and swung the blade.
Ssweeeg!
Rebecca Clarke’s head was severed, and she fell, getting sucked into the Abyss Blade.
Kwaahhhhhhhhng!
A magic blast struck where Aslan had been standing. A spell that shouldn’t exist in this world.
Magic mimicking a meteor. Amidst the rising black dust, Aslan leapt out and swung his sword.
Ssshaaaaak!
And thus the Sage met his end.
The Abyss Blade grew heavier and stronger, increasing the burden on Aslan’s body.
But he didn’t care. Pain was familiar. With the sword in hand, Aslan shouted and charged forward.
A knight on horseback galloped toward Aslan.
Truly a unity of rider and steed. After accelerating with fluid turns, the knight bearing the Crusader emblem spun his long-handled axe and brought it down.
An unstoppable blow that cut through Satan himself in the hell forged by Dark Ram. A strike filled with light that even Aslan couldn’t block—an unbeatable finishing move.
But the technique never came to fruition.
Kwajik!
A golden spear flew in and pierced the knight’s side, shattering his arm.
Aslan’s Abyss Blade cleaved through the paralyzed knight, and a follow-up downward slash caused the knight to collapse.
Behind him, countless Possessors approached, led by a knight over 2 meters tall.
The giant knight attacked.
The hammer struck down, met by Aslan’s Abyss Blade. In the gap, a red wind flew in and cut the knight’s knee.
Ssweeeg!
The sharp sound. The knight struggled not to kneel.
Aslan disrupted the balance of the knight who had guarded the final human city until its destruction, causing him to fall.
Kooong! Beheading the falling knight, the withdrawing blade was silent.
The collapsing knight. Aslan panted as he stepped over him.
One by one, members of the party appeared beside Aslan.
Their eyes turned toward the Possessors surging forth.
This was, in other words, the Abyss’s last desperate struggle.
Its sole offensive tactic.
The entire party realized this, and Aslan pushed them forward.
“Let’s go.”
There was no reply, but no one stopped their advance.
“Huff!”
Angie punched a Possessor, then swept it away with the Abyss Blade.
Tshhak!
Phey decapitated a Possessor, then stabbed it with the Abyss Blade.
“Aslan, here!”
Richard staggered a Possessor with a swing, which Aslan split with the Abyss Blade.
“It’s here too!”
Lumel knocked over a Possessor with his spear, then smashed its head with the hilt of his sword.
“Kid, stab it!”
An arrow fired by Tiamat pierced a Possessor. Aslan swung the Abyss Blade to decapitate it.
Ereta subtly placed her hand on Aslan’s back, infusing strength that allowed him to swing the Abyss Blade, cutting down the stunned Possessor affected by Ereta’s flames.
Their numbers dwindled.
The seemingly endless army began to fall.
Amidst this chaos, the Abyss revealed itself as a coiled darkness beneath the descending light of the universe.
A shrinking, twisted serpent-like form.
Resembling a dragon but without limbs.
Though gathering its breath for a devastating attack, Aslan did not stop.
Instead, he leaped in and plunged the Abyss Blade deep.
Peroohk!
The Abyss Blade pierced through, stopping at the heart, halting the dragon momentarily.
In this state, Aslan turned and whispered.
“Mooncutting.”
Timely recovered resolve. The blade extended, revealing the ground below.
Simultaneously, releasing the suppressed Abyss, Aslan gripped the sword with both hands.
A sword heavy as the world itself.
Swinging it upward, he split and cut through the remaining Abyss.
With this attempt, a fierce recoil shot through his grip.
“Guh…!”
Fingers breaking, healing with purity, only to break again.
In the repeated agony, Aslan clenched his teeth audibly.
But he did not stop.
Aslan finally swung the Abyss Blade he carried.
Kwauuuuuuuuuung!
The sword slicing through the sky, turning it black, resonated with a piercing sound.
Kadrdrdrdrdrdrdrdrdrek!
The Abyss split in two. Fragments resembling black glass scattered.
Flying everywhere, the blackened sky shattered, revealing the universe.
Kuuuuuuuuuung!
Death blossomed from where the blade struck, and even those immune to death received their fair share.
In the end, there was no terminal wailing.
Only the divided Abyss merging into the Abyss Blade among streams of light remained.
For the first time, an Evil Deity had been killed.
As the party approached, rejoicing, someone landed in front of Aslan.
Gracefully landing, dressed in a black silk dress, carefully adjusting her legs as they trembled slightly.
Black hair and violet eyes.
The woman immediately looked at her own limbs with an unfamiliar gaze upon landing.
“A…”
The woman was Lewena.
Her eyes, having just examined her limbs, now gazed at Aslan.
A look of pure joy. While Aslan panted in exhaustion, the woman called out his name with a bright smile.
“Hyunwoo…”
Hearing that, Aslan closed and reopened his tired eyes.
The sword strike was faster than comprehension.
“I already told you I wouldn’t play along.”
The severed head. Lewena’s head rolled off her shoulders and hit the floor.
The decapitated woman paused.
Under normal circumstances, she should have fallen, but she didn’t.
Instead, she stood, folding her hands as if praying.
Seeing this, Aslan, with a weary expression, pointed his sword, knowing what was coming.
It wasn’t surprising.
“How did you know?”
The severed neck disappeared instantly.
The rolling head vanished as well, leaving a barefoot woman in front of Aslan.
She draped her incredibly long white hair around her neck like a muffler and bore horns of an alien design.
The daughter of the Dark Ram, Valerie.
Coincidentally, a message appeared in the corner of Aslan’s vision.
[Completed Main Quest]
[ ! Defeat the Evil Deity, Abyss ]
As if mocking any previous notion of suicide.
The casual completion text floated, indifferent to the Abyss’s demise.
Aslan confirmed it.
What had happened was simple.
The Dark Ram had set a trap.
By showing signs of worry over its impending defeat, it lulled the sense of caution into complacency with the upcoming triumph.
Just like giving a Viking warrior a ring to bring about his downfall.
To accept Valerie as Lewena, allowing her to travel with them as a companion.
To take her away at a crucial moment and ensure failure.
Aslan glanced at his frozen companions mid-charge and tightened his grip on the sword.
