The ground trembled beneath Ethan’s feet, cracks splitting the obsidian floor as something massive stirred within the abyss. The thick mist that had cloaked the arena swirled violently, retreating into the darkness like a living thing.
Then, the air shifted.
A weight—not physical, but oppressive—pressed down on Ethan’s chest, his lungs tightening as an unnatural force coiled around him. It wasn’t fear. It was something deeper, something that gnawed at his instincts, whispering that he was nothing more than prey.
Then the eyes opened.
Two massive orbs of glowing amber ignited within the darkness. They were huge, easily the size of boulders, burning with an eerie inner fire. A silhouette took form around them—something towering, ancient, and wrong.
Ethan forced his breath to steady as the creature emerged from the mist.
It was a colossus, standing at least thirty feet tall, its body a grotesque fusion of flesh, shadow, and jagged obsidian armor. Its arms were massive, tipped with clawed fingers the length of swords. Thick, pulsating chains wrapped around its torso and limbs, glowing with a dull crimson light. A blackened crown-like structure jutted from its misshapen skull, as if it had once been a king—before it became this monstrosity.
And then it moved.
The Colossus took a step forward, and the entire arena shook.
Ethan’s pulse spiked. He had fought large creatures before—Nightfang Alphas, mutated dungeon bosses—but nothing like this.
This was different.
This wasn’t just a monster.
This was something that had been left behind in the abyss.
A test. A warning.
And it was looking directly at him.
Ethan didn’t hesitate.
Waiting meant dying.
His abyssal blade flickered to life in his grasp, its shape shifting slightly as it adjusted to his combat stance. The Colossus let out a low, guttural growl, the sound vibrating through the air like a death knell.
Then it attacked.
The massive arm swung downward in a brutal arc, the force behind it enough to shatter stone. Ethan moved, dodging left as the impact sent obsidian shards flying in all directions. A second strike followed immediately, the creature’s clawed hand aiming to crush him outright.
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Ethan’s form blinked out of existence, reappearing several feet away just as the Colossus’s strike obliterated the ground where he had stood. The shockwave sent him skidding backward, dust and debris clouding the air.
His mind worked fast.
This thing wasn’t just big—it was fast for its size.
And that meant one thing:
He couldn’t win by trading blows.
He needed to find a weak point.
The Colossus turned toward him, the chains around its limbs rattling as it moved. Ethan’s eyes scanned its body, searching for anything that stood out—an opening, a vulnerable point. The chains…
They weren’t just there for decoration.
They meant something.
And that was his way in.
Ethan pushed off the ground, sprinting toward the massive creature. He zigzagged, avoiding another crushing blow as the Colossus swiped at him. His speed was the only thing keeping him alive—one hit, and it would be over.
He reached its leg, abyssal blade humming with power. With a precise upward slash, he aimed directly at the glowing runes etched into the chains.
The moment his blade connected—the Colossus roared.
Not in pain.
In anger.
The massive beast staggered, the impact of the strike disrupting something.
Ethan grinned. Got you.
But his satisfaction was short-lived.
Because in response, the Colossus changed.
The crimson glow of the chains intensified, the symbols shifting violently. A deep, earthen rumble spread through the battlefield. The air itself felt heavier.
And then the creature’s movements doubled in speed.
Ethan barely had time to curse before a blackened fist the size of a boulder smashed into him.
Pain.
A wall of agony slammed into Ethan’s entire body, launching him across the arena like a ragdoll. He crashed into one of the stone pillars with bone-jarring force, a sickening crack vibrating through his ribs. His vision blurred, his lungs burning as he gasped for air.
He barely had time to register the damage before he felt the shift.
The mark on his chest pulsed violently, a deep, resonant hum vibrating through his bones.
His body was adjusting.
Recovering.
Not instantly.
But faster than it should.
The pain didn’t fade, but his muscles repaired themselves at an unnatural speed.
A notification flared in his vision.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
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[Ethan Voss – Abysswalker]
New Passive Skill Unlocked:
?? Resilient Predator (Passive): Damage taken in battle increases regeneration speed. The more severe the injury, the faster recovery occurs.
New Active Skill Unlocked:
?? Abyssal Chain (Active): Summons binding chains made of pure abyssal energy. Chains weaken foes and restrict movement for a short time.
Ethan’s breath steadied.
His hands flexed.
The pain was already fading.
He had felt this before—after his battle against his shadow. The adaptation. The way his body absorbed conflict, shaped itself into something stronger with each encounter.
He pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulders.
The Colossus watched him, its massive head tilting slightly. As if realizing…
He wasn’t breaking.
He was getting back up.
And he was angry.
Ethan raised his hand.
The abyssal energy responded instantly, crackling in the air as blackened chains burst from the ground, wrapping around the Colossus’s legs like living tendrils. The runes along its body flickered violently, struggling against the sudden binding force.
The beast roared, thrashing.
Ethan didn’t give it time to recover.
He surged forward, moving faster than before, his blade flashing as he went for the exposed joints of the chains.
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