Sign In To The Body Of Chaos At The Start

The Rift Beacon ignited with a pulse that tore through the battlefield like a scream trapped between dimensions. Space groaned, splitting open into a vortex of swirling obsidian and violet, spewing forth a maelstrom of Abyssal reinforcements.

They poured out in droves, twisted hybrids of Abyss-spawned beasts and armored worshippers, each more grotesque than the last.

Leviathan-like serpents writhed across the sky, casting bloated shadows, while winged aberrations flitted between dimensions, phasing in and out like glitches of existence.

Amidst this chaos, a singular figure emerged through the Rift.

Varus.

He didn't stride, he glided, as if the laws of movement were beneath him. His robes, woven from strands of reality and corruption, rippled with unnatural grace.

His aura was suffocating , a Dominion of Command, his presence bending the battlefield's rhythm to his will.

"Damon," Varus' voice was a velvet caress laced with razors, "You've surpassed my expectations. But even a dragon cannot soar when its wings are torn."

His hands traced ancient mudras, layers of Abyssal Glyphs constructing themselves mid-air. Each symbol was a chain of causality.

With a single gesture, Varus sought to lock Damon within a timeline where his defeat was inevitable.

But Damon had anticipated this.

He lifted his gaze, his Eyes of Oblivion glowing with fractal constellations as he was editing the spell Varus was casting.

"No, Varus," Damon's voice was quiet, but absolute, "You'll drown in the future you've tried to write."

He extended his hand and the world immediately fractured.

The Seed of Aether within Damon detonated, not outward, but inward,compressing his existence into a singularity of perfect control. Time, space, causality, every facet of reality became threads at his fingertips.

The battlefield rippled, and Damon unfolded.

Shadow Soldiers erupted around him, not mere silhouettes, but solidified manifestations of his Ashborn Legacy, each wielding weapons infused with different elemental cores, blades of starlight, scythes forged from crystallized lightning, and spears dripping in primordial chaos.

With a simple gesture, the constructs blitzed into the Abyssal reinforcements, dismantling them in surgical waves. A serpent lunged, its maw wide enough to swallow cities.

Damon flicked his finger, compressing its trajectory into a singular point, imploding it before it reached him.

Winged horrors phased into existence above. Damon raised his palm, invoking "Fracture the False", the space they occupied unraveled, leaving behind only silence.

Varus snarled, accelerating his spellcasting. Abyssal Reality Chains surged toward Damon, attempting to tether him to a forced outcome.

But Damon no longer operated within Varus' dimension of thought. He invoked Void Lockout once more, but this time, with augmented precision.

A ripple of nullified magic cascaded outward, severing every glyph Varus had constructed, unmaking the chains at their conceptual root.

"You wield the Abyss like a scalpel, Varus," Damon said, his steps slow, but inevitable, "But I am the storm that shatters the operating table."

Varus, with a growl of fury, activated the Abyssal Dominion Protocol, an emergency override tethered to his life essence. The leyline beneath the Fault screamed, birthing an artificial Abyssal Maw from beneath Damon's feet.

Damon stood still as the Maw snapped shut, Only to find it biting on empty space. He had inverted the spatial field, stepping across dimensions mid-collapse.

The fractured landscape of the Skyreach Fault trembled as Damon and Varus stood face to face, separated by only a few dozen paces, yet a gulf of history and blood.

The Abyss churned behind Varus, its tendrils coiling like serpents around his frame. His expression was calm, regal even, as though the battle was a mere formality.

Damon, in contrast, was a storm coiled within stillness, BloodReaper resting loosely at his side, yet his aura was a suffocating pressure that made the very air tremble.

"I didn't expect you to become this strong so soon, Damon," Varus said, his voice like poisoned silk. "But no matter. I'll unmake you here, with no witnesses to weep for your ruin."

Damon's lips curled into a razor-thin smile, "You've been playing Sovereign with stolen pieces, Varus. But you're about to see what it means to fight the real thing."

The air snapped and both immediately moved, attacking each-other fiercely, not holding back at all.

Varus unleashed a barrage of Abyssal Sigils, the glyphs folding into layered formations, each designed to lock Damon's spatial control, a web of conceptual chains meant to anchor his existence.

But Damon's Eyes of Oblivion flared, dissecting the glyphs mid-formation. He weaved through the collapsing dimensions, not evading the chains, but dismantling their reality with precise flickers of his blade.

Their first clash was a cataclysmic resonance.

BloodReaper, suffused with Aether and Shadow Monarch gravitas, met Varus' Dominion Edge, a blade forged from condensed Abyssal will.

Their blades struck, neither yielding, but the collision cracked the very air, sending concentric shockwaves that shattered the obsidian cliffs around them.

Varus pivoted, twisting space with a flick of his wrist, forcing Damon into a pocket fold where time lagged by mere fractions, but Damon was already compensating, his Seed of Aether harmonizing his movements, allowing him to flow through Varus' traps as though they were scripted choreography.

Damon's riposte was brutal, a downward cleave that bisected the battlefield's leyline flow, severing Varus' access to localized Abyssal Wells.

Varus snarled, retreating with a slither of Void-step, only to rebound with a Convergence Pulse, imploding the space Damon occupied.

But Damon's physique absorbed the dimensional crush, his form re-emerging behind Varus in a blur of afterimages. His blade arced, poised to cleave through Varus' spine.

Only to be met by a wall of Abyssal Mirror Fractals, Varus' preemptive counter, reflecting the attack with paradoxical force.

Damon was pushed back, sliding across the shattered terrain, his feet carving deep trenches into the stone.

Varus hovered, his aura swelling, Abyssal chains spiraling around him like a mockery of celestial rings.

"Impressive," Varus murmured, "But you are still bound by causality, Damon. You cannot surpass me while you fight within the rules of this world."

Damon exhaled, rolling his neck.

"I don't need to surpass you, Varus." His grip on BloodReaper tightened, and his aura coalesced into a singularity, a nexus of obliteration, "I just need to drag you back to reality."

Their second exchange blurred the Fault's horizon.

Damon's Spatial Cleave and Varus' Abyssal Dominion Pulse collided mid-air, the impact freezing the world for a heartbeat, as though time itself dared not interfere.

They broke apart, landing on opposite ends of a fractured plateau, both breathing steadily, neither giving ground.

A single crack echoed through the battlefield.

Matched.

For now.

Varus tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "You're beyond dangerous, Damon."

Damon's smirk returned, sharper. "And you're not dead yet. Guess we'll need to fix that."

Damon's eyes glowed and he appeared behind Varus.

"Your Dominion ends here."

BloodReaper, now infused with the Codex of Judgement, Retribution and Damnation, ignited with radiant Aether, yet coiled with the suffocating gravitas of Shadow Monarch's dominion.

Damon swung.

It was not a swing aimed at Varus alone.

The swing severed the Rift Beacon itself, cleaving through its dimensional anchors. The fissure in space collapsed, devouring the remaining Abyssal reinforcements, compressing them into nothingness.

Varus spun, a vortex of defensive sigils erupting around him.

But Damon wasn't attacking his body.

He was attacking his existence.

"Judgement Script: Truth Over False Sovereigns."

The Codex's divine script ignited mid-air, weaving into chains of Aether that latched onto Varus. The man's form distorted, his Abyssal augmentations rebelling against their master as his stolen power recognized Damon's authority as the Seedbearer.

"Impossible!" Varus gasped, his flesh tearing, not from blade or spell, but from his own essence being forcefully rewritten.

"You wanted to erase me," Damon said, voice cold, "But I'm not a line you can strike through, Varus. I'm the hand holding the pen."

Varus' body contorted, his screams lost amidst the roar of collapsing dimensions. His form was compressed into a singularity of oblivion, his existence purged as the Skyreach Fault itself rejected his being.

The Rift Beacon exploded in a silent implosion, erasing Varus and the remaining Abyssal sigils in a wave of unmaking.

The battlefield was eerily still.

The Dominion Beast had been unmade, its summoning ritual erased from the Fault's memory. The worshippers were gone. The sky had regained its rightful hue, no longer tainted by Abyssal miasma.

Damon stood at the Fault's heart, BloodReaper resting on his shoulder, its edge humming softly, as if sated.

From the cliffs, Artemis emerged, her Spirit Veil shedding like mist, and Astralene descended, her starlit cloak billowing, Book of Destiny clasped at her side.

"It's done," Artemis said, though her tone remained guarded.

Astralene's gaze scanned the Fault, her fingers tracing lingering Fate threads. "For now. The Abyss will retaliate. They always do."

Damon exhaled, his aura retracting, the Seed's resonance settling into a simmering hum. He glanced up, the fractured moon reflecting in his Eyes of Oblivion.

"They can send what they like," Damon murmured, voice steel and fire. "I will carve the Abyss out of this world, shard by shard, until they understand one thing."

He turned toward Artemis and Astralene, his smile sharp.

"I am the end of their story."