Chapter 855 The Night Vanishes into the Morning of Endings (2/2)

A deep voice resounded from the depths of the Abyss, slightly echoing.

The voice itself was faint and illusory. Rumbling was natural in the dimensional turbulences of the Void, and not even Legendary champions noticed it. In fact, the first who noticed was a gray-haired warrior who was conversing with his younger sister from the Abyss—Priest, who had just escaped the meteor and was about to call home realized in shock that him, along with his sister in Mycroft had simultaneously heard the same voice without any delays.

It was the same for the ghostly Sol, but when the Legendary champions noticed it too, there were more distinct anomalies.

Tides were once again engulfing the unilluminated Darkest Abyss, the Chaotic forces that had utterly calmed surging once again. The infinite Chaos abruptly split into thousands of streams, each flowing towards different directions—some combining, others crashing and hence kicking up violent waves.

”The Chaos tides are flowing in reverse!”

Igor, who had ventured deep inside the God of Love and Death's seal was using holy light to build a planet-like barrier, aiding Yolanda in repelling the Chaos force that was bent on crashing into the normal galaxy. Acutely perceptive towards energy flow, the pontiff quickly noticed that the seemingly limitless Chaos storm was no longer as vicious with each passing wave, with each impact distinctly wilting in momentum.

Now, the elderly pontiff who had been prepared to spare some effort to hold the tides was having a leisurely time to break apart one of the Chaos tides as it had wilted to an all-too-distinct level.

”No, that's not all.”

The God of Love and Death's violet holy crest which had fused with the sealing core anchor point responded with a complicated voice. ”It's not merely a reflux… Look, Igor. Turn your eyes to the Void.”

”The energy from the Great Mana Tide now permeates the Abyss.”

The pope quickly turned his head and looked behind him, his gaze bypassing three layers of divine seal towards the upper Abyss and into the normal galaxy. He at once realized that the white mist that had been flowing around every world—the Great Mana Tide that had revitalized all civilizations in the Multiverse was slowly moving.

The white shroud of energy began to surge like an unrelenting gorge that gushed rapidly at the Abyss. Anyone in the seal would be left astonished by the sight: The tides of Chaos had just receded only for the white river to follow right behind it, prompting the illusion that the dark Chaos was repelled by the Mana Tide's radiance.

Millions of different colored Steel Particles faintly surfaced in the light of the Mana Tide. The six gods, every Legend, along with civilization and champions across the galaxy who could observe the Void noticed that the river of white mist cheered and flowed as if something ahead was drawing and gathering it.

For the first time, the light of the Mana Tide had poured into the Abyss, soaking the upper Abysses and heading straight for the Seven Gods' sea from every direction and dimension. Soon, they began to gather, crossing the fortress of the God of Order and Destruction along with the perimeter of the God of Law and Freedom, streaking past the citadel of the God of Wisdom and Choice and darting past through the gaps between Yolanda's great walls.

The God of Life, exerting its full power against the Chaos tides that had yet to recede in his assigned perimeter was startled to discover that the white Mana Tide appearing behind him. It mildly pressed over the light of Chaos, and then transcended the dam made by the God of Conservation and Reformation as well as the massive rift valley created by the God of Might and Justice, before splitting into innumerable while streams which converged into the depths of the Abyss.

Millions of Chaotic streams, and millions of white streams of light.

Within its own world, the Steel Python of Simboa noticed something unusual. Not in dormant slumber, it moved towards the outer reaches of the Void on its own volition, and then turned in shock as it saw that the raging Void Vortex had actually slowly paused—the light of the Mana Tide that gathered there appeared to have found a better converging point and direction and was no longer piling in there.

After swirling for thousands of years, that massive nebula vortex finally paused. The gaping wound over the galaxy was no longer rupturing itself, but showing signs of closing.

***

Meanwhile, at the heart of the Darkest Abyss.

Joshua was unaware what unfolded out there and how astonishing all of it had been. The warrior—his four hands having regrown slowly—simply took a deep breath and raised his right hand.

In that palm, a star that was composed entirely of light had materialized. It emanated a starry radiance, shining upon the surrounding darkness.

That star was the core of the web that had absorbed the memories of countless dead worlds, and the largest data transfer plugin that Joshua could create. When that star appeared, the surrounding Chaos collapsed at an exponential rate—even the unbreakable remains of the Dark Star was reduced to fragile grains beneath its light and disintegrated.

As the star glistened, a massive tower of electromagnetism gained form rapidly. More a stone slab with its square outline than an actual tower, it gathered the multitudinous world fragments—just like the countless obelisks that hosted fallen civilizations inside the warrior's body, embracing the sorrow and memories of worlds and civilizations that met their end over the last few thousand years.

[We would break the cage and lock—]

Joshua quietly lifted the star, sensing that the runes left by the Sage over the entire Abyssal Paradise collapsing entirely. Seal anchor points were breaking apart as well, while the black holes trap began to disintegrate and diminish.

Finally, thousands of years after the greatest inheritance from the former Glorious Era—the cage and lock kept for the sake of the entire galaxy and the Multiverse utterly collapsed.

It had entered a mistaken cycle, but now advanced toward its own end.

From here on out, the future would be in their control as successors, moving towards hope, distant paths and opening gates.

At the thought, the corner of Joshua's lips lifted as he raised the star in his grasp.

[Right here, in the Darkest Abyss.]

Meanwhile, the light of the Great Mana Tide finally entered the lightless Abyssal Paradise.

The gloom which has engulfed the former Vortex of Creation over thousands of years was now slowly dispersing. Massive streams of white energy that carried Steel Particles were gathering with dark streams of Chaos, mixing and swirling into a single great vortex. Connected to countless Nether Rivers, innumerable worlds were slowly forming in the swirl that was black and white.

Indeed, the Chaos had yet to dissipate—and would be so for a long time into the future.

But so what?

As the dawn arrived, the shady curtains remain. The starry skies and the land would hence be kept within the darkness.

Even so, everyone knows that the sun would rise afterward.

Watching as white light slowly shone, the tired Giant God of Steel could finally close his eyes.

He saw that the night was shedding for the morning that ends it.

Then, an even more dazzling silver world would hence descend…

…upon the very heart of the vortex.

Volume 16, Darkest Abyss. End.