The Abyssal Spire, an A-rank dungeon, towered in Eldrin's southern wastes—a monolith of obsidian and void, its spire piercing the sky, radiating a darkness that chilled even the bravest players. Legends in Eldrin's taverns called it the Abyssborn's cradle, a place where divine chains frayed, its presence a scream in the gods' minds. Beelzebub stepped into the spire's shadow, Shardlight Halberd in hand—its prismatic glow a stark contrast to the void—Bloodfang Greatsword at his hip, aura a twenty-meter storm of cold dominance, rippling with Devourer's might. Level 24, 5905 EXP, stats a colossus—Strength at 1564, Speed at 1318, Luck and Charisma at 145. The HUD flared: "Clear the A-Rank Dungeon: Abyssal Spire. Slay the Abyssal Warden. Reward: 600 EXP, 240 Copper, Achievement."
Ryn flanked him, her dagger a faint gleam in the darkness, trust steady at 40%. "A-rank's suicide," she said, voice a low thread, eyes scanning the void. "You're mad."
He smirked, flirty yet sharp. "Madness wins, Blade. Stay sharp." Her gaze lingered—intrigue laced with her cursed past.
The spire's interior pulsed, its walls of obsidian etched with runes that bled shadow—tales of the Abyssborn, a force the gods sealed in despair, its awakening a tremor shaking the Realms. Shadows writhed: Abyssal Sentinels, Level 35, void-forged titans with clawed gauntlets, twenty-five strong, their forms radiating darkness. Beelzebub's aura erupted—obsidian cracking—as he swung Shardlight, Strength at 1614 (gear-boosted) cleaving the first Sentinel's chest. Light flared, 20% bonus damage igniting—shards spraying as Shard Pulse (Mastery to 2/10) slashed through another, prismatic waves shattering void.
They roared—claws slashing in a storm of darkness. He weaved, Speed at 1338 (gear-adjusted) dodging a flurry, then Phantom Step (10/10) flickered him mid-strike—Shardlight arcing, Crimson Tide (Mastery to 3/10) carving three more, bloodlight clashing with void. A claw grazed his side—HP dipping 18%, Paladin's Crest ticking it back. Storm Call (Mastery to 9/10) erupted—lightning chaining through eight, void sizzling, screams echoing. Horned Frenzy flared, Speed spiking to 2007—Shardlight whirled, Inferno Burst (Mastery to 6/10) igniting six in a fiery blast, Emberheart fueling the roar. The last charged—Void Grasp (10/10) pinned it, Strength snapping its core. Twenty-five fell, the spire trembling.
"Ding! 25 Abyssal Sentinels defeated. Absorbed: Strength +125, Speed +100, Defense +75, Mana +150, Luck +25, Charisma +25."
Strength: 1739 Speed: 1418 Defense: 1181 Mana: 1884
The Abyssal Warden rose from the spire's apex—a Level 45 behemoth of void and shadow, its massive scythe dripping with abyssal essence, eyes glowing with infinite darkness. "You free the Abyssborn," it intoned, voice a void that swallowed sound. Beelzebub grinned, aura surging—obsidian dust swirling—as he charged, Shardlight Halberd raised.
The Warden swung—scythe arcing in a wave of void, reality fraying at its edge. He leaped, Speed at 1418 weaving through, then countered with Radiant Strike (Mastery to 7/10)—holy light slashing its arm, void hissing. It retaliated—abyssal wave rippling, slamming him into a wall—HP dropping 30%. He laughed, aura pulsing, Mana Surge spiking Mana to 2826. Shard Pulse roared—prismatic waves clashing with void, Prismatic Echo amplifying the light.
The scythe spun—Dark Aegis (Mastery to 9/10) rose, splintering under the blow—HP dipping 22%. Beelzebub darted, Shadow Bind (Mastery to 8/10) locking its arm—scythe faltered. He lunged, Crimson Tide slashing its side—bloodlight cutting deep, a bleed igniting. The Warden roared—void storm erupting, throwing him back—HP falling 28%. He rolled, Speed weaving through debris, then Horned Frenzy flared—Speed at 2127—Shardlight a blur, Inferno Burst exploding across its chest, Crimson Rage igniting as HP dropped below 50%, damage surging.
It thrust—void piercing stone. Void Grasp countered (10/10), tendrils snapping its wrist—scythe clattered. Beelzebub leaped, Wraith Slash (Mastery to 5/10) carving its neck—mana flared, light damage searing. The Warden roared—Storm Call crashed lightning down, obsidian shattering. He gripped Shardlight, Strength at 1739 driving it through its core—void exploded, HP dropping 30%. The Warden collapsed, darkness pooling.
"Ding! Abyssal Warden defeated. Absorbed: Strength +200, Speed +150, Defense +120, Mana +240, Luck +5, Charisma +5, Bloodline: Abysskin (Void Resistance +10%), Talent: Void Whisper (Boost void-based skills), Abyssal Rend (Skill). Loot: Voidreaver Scythe (A-tier, Scythe, +60 Strength, +25% Void Damage), Copper x1200."
Strength: 1939 Speed: 1568 Defense: 1301 Mana: 2124 Luck: 150 Charisma: 150 Skills: Abyssal Rend (Unleash void-charged slash, Mastery: 1/10)
"Ding! Quest Complete. Reward: 600 EXP, 240 Copper, Achievement: A-Rank Harbinger – First to clear an A-tier dungeon. Reward: 400 EXP, Title: Abyssal Conqueror (+5% Strength)."
"Ding! Level Up! Reached Level 25. EXP: 6945/4250."
The voices screamed—Light… blood… void… who?—Shard's brilliance, Tyrant's rage, Warden's darkness. His skull split—Abysskin's chill, Void Whisper's hum threading into him. He staggered, aura flaring—obsidian dust swirling. "I'm Beelzebub," he growled, shoving it down, but Gluttony's strain pulsed—identity a fraying tapestry, bloodlines and talents weaving deeper. His smirk returned, colder, cracking.
A golden light descended—the Goddess of Fate, her form a shimmer of starlight, eyes blazing with divine fury. "You break my weave," she hissed, voice a cosmic storm. "Your fate ends here."
Beelzebub grinned, aura surging—void trembling. "Fate bows to me, goddess."
Eldrin's square pulsed—players crowding the leaderboard: "1. Beelzebub (Lv. 25), 2. Kael (Lv. 22), 3. Mira (Lv. 20), 4. Lia (Lv. 19), 5–10 TBD." Beelzebub emerged, Voidreaver Scythe in hand—A-tier, its void hum a thrill. Lia and Mira approached—Level 19 and 20. "Level 25? A-rank first?" Lia gasped, ambition alight. "S-rank—help us?"
Mira smirked. "We'll claim it."
He winked, flirty yet sharp. "Earn it." Their resolve burned.
Kael stormed up, Level 22, fury etched. "Abyss king?" he spat. Beelzebub's aura splintered stone. "Trash chases. I'll bury you." Kael backed off, dread beneath rage.
The Mage Guild summoned—trust at 80%, tense. A tome glowed: "The Abyssborn rises—gods fall as its name echoes." Ryn stepped closer, trust at 40%. "S-rank?"
"S-rank," he agreed, flirty and cold. "Stay close, Blade."