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บท 122: Chapter 120: In the Damn Abyss

(Chapter 120 In the Damn Abyss)

The woman on the throne regarded Tempest with a gaze as cold and unfeeling as carved stone, her expression unreadable, distant—as if she were examining something as insignificant as a shadow on the wall. Her eyes, golden and piercing, held no warmth, no trace of sympathy, only an unspoken judgment that weighed upon him like an invisible chain.

Then, without warning, her icy demeanor shattered. Her lips parted in a radiant, unsettling smile that contrasted starkly with her previous expression, like a mask flipped to reveal something bright yet twisted underneath.

"Welcome to the Abyss!"

She declared, her voice filled with an almost mocking cheer. The sound echoed around the chamber, reverberating off the walls as if even the darkness itself delighted in her words.

Tempest clenched his fist, willing the Ashbringer to manifest in his hand, but as he summoned the blade, the brilliant light it usually bore flickered weakly, dulled and half-formed, struggling against the oppressive darkness. The radiant weapon that had been his anchor through countless battles seemed to falter, swallowed by the Abyss itself.

"Ah."

The woman purred, her tone sympathetic yet laced with amusement.

"The sun doesn't reach down here. Sorry."

She leaned back on her throne, watching him with a playful gleam in her golden eyes as if savoring his struggle.

Tempest's Paladin form slowly dissolved as he felt Ra's blessing fade, leaving him stripped of the power that had coursed through him moments before. He steadied himself, his hand slipping to his side as a Pyro knife began to form, its faint glow a testament to the resilience of his Delusion in this foreign darkness.

"Who are you?"

He demanded, his gaze unyielding.

"I presume you're the one they call the Princess."

The woman on the throne smirked, her golden eyes glinting with an amused sort of superiority.

"Ah-ah-ah."

She chided lightly, her tone mocking.

"Let's shed any malice before we continue, shall we?"

With a casual snap of her fingers, chains slithered out from the shadowed recesses of the room, winding around Tempest's arms and legs before he could react. Two more chains emerged, seizing his Pyro Delusion and Hydro Vision, wrenching them from his grasp and dragging them into the darkness.

"Tsk..."

Tempest muttered, straining against the restraints, feeling the weight of the Abyss pressing down on him. The eerie silence hung in the air as the Princess leaned back, crossing her legs with a satisfied expression as if she were simply playing with a pawn in her game.

"Now, now."

The woman said with a coy smile, pacing slowly down the steps from her throne.

"It might look as though I plan to end your story here and now... but that would be far too simple. Rest assured, I'll return your Vision and Delusion, later."

She stopped a few feet away from Tempest, her piercing golden eyes studying him, savoring the situation.

"My name is Lumine."

She continued, her voice as soft as it was cold.

"And once again, welcome to the Abyss."

As the words hung in the air, she lifted her hand, gesturing to the ominous chamber around them, its dark walls flickering with an unearthly glow.

"Whatever you may think, we're not the villains here. Not in the way the surface would have you believe."

Tempest's eyes narrowed as he measured her, refusing to let his surprise show. The chains binding him remained firm, sapping his energy.

"So what does that make you?"

He replied, his voice unyielding despite the restraints.

Lumine's smile widened, but her eyes remained unreadable.

"Let's just say... we're here to correct a few 'misunderstandings' in Teyvat."

Lumine cleared her throat, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes. Then, with a dramatic flair, she began to sing, her voice melodic but laced with something unsettling.

♫ In the damn abyss

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

And tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay ♫

She bobbed her head left and right, her movement fluid, as if the words themselves were an invitation to something far deeper. Tempest's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"What in seven hells…"

Before he could finish his sentence, the entire room erupted in light, but not in a way he expected. The atmosphere twisted and contorted, what was once a throne room now resembled a strange and surreal performance stage. Hilichurls, once crude and brutish, were now dancing in unison, their limbs moving with an eerie rhythm. Abyss Mages, their usual commanding presence reduced to whimsy, held maracas, shaking them with a flair that was both absurd and terrifying.

An Abyss Herald, its usual menacing form now strangely elegant, sat at a grand piano, its fingers lightly tapping keys in time with the strange rhythm of the scene. And to add to the madness, three more Hilichurls, armed with brass instruments, played trumpets, their notes weaving through the air in a chaotic harmony.

Together, the chorus of creatures sang:

♫ In the damn abyss

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

And tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay ♫

The absurdity of the situation was overwhelming. Tempest could barely process what he was seeing as the room pulsed with the eerie tune, the Abyss now seemingly alive in a way he had never imagined. The Abyss, an entity of darkness, had transformed into a twisted carnival—a bizarre and unsettling spectacle he had no words for.

"Is this… some sort of joke?"

Tempest muttered, his voice heavy with disbelief. He shook his head, caught between wanting to laugh at the absurdity and simply questioning his own sanity.

But Lumine ignored his question entirely, her voice flowing smoothly into the next verse as if she hadn't even heard him.

♫ Now, people listen attentively

I mean about future calamity

I used to think the idea was obsolete

Until I heard the old man stamping his feet ♫

Her voice echoed around the throne room, haunting yet mesmerizing, carrying an edge that sent chills through Tempest's spine. As she sang, the Abyss creatures continued to play, their eerie harmony filling the cavernous space with a strange, otherworldly tune.

The chorus of creatures joined her, and she led them in again, her voice rising with intensity.

♫In the damn abyss

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

And tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay♫

As the chorus swelled, Rifthounds began to circle Tempest, their usual hostility gone. Instead, they acted like playful hounds that had just found a long-lost master. Their glowing eyes watched him with unsettling intensity, heads cocked as if awaiting his next move. One of them even nudged him with its snout, its low growl vibrating through the room, yet devoid of malice.

Tempest glanced around at the bizarre spectacle. Abyss Mages shook their maracas with surprising rhythm, and the Hilichurl trumpeters leaned into their instruments with a commitment that made them look like a twisted rendition of a royal procession band. The Abyss Herald at the piano caught his eye, nodding along to the beat with an eerie satisfaction.

"You!"

He called out, his voice cutting through the discordant tune.

"What is this… madness? Do you think I'll just stand here and-"

She merely raised a hand, silencing him with a subtle, chilling gesture.

"Oh, Tempest."

She cooed, stepping closer, her fiery-gold eyes reflecting the dance of light and shadow.

"This is just a taste. You'll find we have our own way of welcoming guests. Enjoy the show. You may find yourself... staying longer than you'd planned."

The Rifthounds continued their strange dance around him, their playful demeanor doing little to mask the menace lingering in the air. Tempest tried to summon back the Ashbringer once more, but it flickered and dulled, unable to fully manifest in this realm.

"As I said, the sun's light has no place here. You'll learn soon enough."

Seeing his frustration, Lumine chuckled.

Lumine's voice grew more intense, her singing taking on an almost hypnotic rhythm. With every note, the atmosphere in the room warped further, each word striking like an invisible force, sinking into Tempest's very soul.

♫Oh, beauty, talent, fame, money

Refinement, job skill, and brain

But all the things you try to hide

Will be revealed on the other side♫

The words echoed in Tempest's mind, sinking deeper into his thoughts. He clenched his fists, but the chains that bound him to the throne room tightened with every movement, forcing him to remain still. His desire to block out the eerie melody was overwhelming, but no matter how hard he tried, his body betrayed him, his hands, his eyes, everything wanted to listen, to absorb the song.

Lumine danced, her every step exuding a strange power as if the very act of movement was in tune with the Abyss itself. She spun with an Abyss Herald, their elegant yet eerie dance a mockery of any form of beauty Tempest had ever known.

The Abyss creatures, once monstrous and terrifying, had become bizarrely playful. He tried to move, tried to tear his mind from the maddening song, but it was as if the world itself was urging him to listen. His body was locked in place, his thoughts no longer his own.

Lumine's voice carried on, her tone sweet yet haunting, and the Abyss creatures joined in once again, their chorus swelling around him.

♫ In the damn abyss

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

And tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay ♫

Tempest could feel his sanity fraying at the edges as the song wove its dark magic. His eyes felt heavy, and his vision blurred, as the rhythmic chanting of the Abyss creatures surrounded him. Even his body betrayed him, his eyes refused to close, drawn to the macabre spectacle unfolding before him, as if they were being controlled by some unseen force.

He couldn't fight it, couldn't resist. Lumine's smile grew wider, more sinister, as she twirled in the arms of the Abyss Herald. The room itself pulsed with the haunting melody, the chains restricting Tempest's every breath, every thought.

As the last echo of the eerie melody faded, all of the Abyssal creatures gathered around Lumine, kneeling before her in perfect unison. The dark, swirling figures bowed low, their movements synchronized as if this spectacle had been meant for Tempest alone, their eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity.

Lumine stood tall, her golden gaze never leaving Tempest as she let the moment linger, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

She asked, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.

Tempest remained silent for a moment, taking in the scene, the lingering presence of the Abyss creatures, and the weight of her words. His mind sharpened, though his physical form was still constrained, the lingering chains a reminder of how easily his power had been neutralized. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost indifferent.

"It was catchy..."

Tempest replied, his tone flat but his mind racing. He knew there was much more to this encounter than he had yet seen.

Her smile widened ever so slightly, a flash of amusement crossing her features as she circled him like a predator sizing up its prey. The Abyssal creatures retreated back into the shadows, their glowing eyes still visible, though they made no move to intervene.

As the room grew eerily quiet, Lumine stepped closer, her presence filling the space with an oppressive energy. "

The Abyss has a rhythm, Tempest."

She said, her voice lowering to a near whisper.

"And you've just been given a taste."

"Well, that's all for tonight."

Lumine said with an almost playful tone, her voice carrying an air of finality as the chains that had bound Tempest loosened and dissolved into the air. As they disappeared, they returned his Vision and Delusion, the faint glow of the Pyro Delusion and the Hydro Vision now once again at his disposal.

"Don't try anything stupid, though..."

She added, her smile widening in amusement. Her eyes flicked to the dark corners of the room, where shadowy figures with glowing eyes were watching him. They stood still, waiting for a signal to act.

"The Abyss' eyes are always watching."

She said with a casual gesture, her lips curling into an enigmatic smile.

Tempest, now free but still cautious, looked at her warily.

"You brought me here... just for a song?"

Lumine laughed softly, the sound echoing eerily through the darkened chamber.

"Oh, I didn't bring you here."

She said, the smile never fading. "Not exactly. Convincing you to work with me is pointless right now... but the time will come. And when it does, I won't be the one dragging you to the Abyss. No, you'll come willingly. After all, you have someone who will bring you here."

Her words lingered in the air like a secret, full of implications he couldn't yet grasp. Tempest's hand twitched towards his sword instinctively, but his eyes remained fixed on her, sharp and calculating.

"You've got a lot of nerve."

Tempest said, his voice low and tense.

"Why in seven hells would I ever come back here?"

Before Tempest could utter another word, a hot, iron grip seized him from behind. The force was so sudden and brutal that his body was yanked off the ground, his feet kicking helplessly in the air as he was dragged toward a portal that had opened with a malevolent crackle.

"Let go of me!"

He snarled, his voice sharp with defiance. But as he twisted in the air, trying to break free, a voice he knew too well echoed through the darkness.

"Don't worry. That's just your friend."

Lumine said, her voice smooth and laced with amusement.

"You should stop struggling if you want to get out of here."

Tempest's eyes widened as he recognized the figure who had seized him. A deep sense of unease washed over him, the eerie familiarity of the grip on him sending a chill down his spine. He barely had time to process before the portal loomed even closer, its edges pulling him in like a mouth about to devour him whole. The swirling darkness consumed his vision, and the air around him grew impossibly cold, the very atmosphere shifting into something thick and suffocating.

As Tempest was dragged towards the threshold, the throne room fell silent...

"Say hi to my brother once you inevitably meet him..."


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บท 123: Chapter 121: Aftermath

(Chapter 121 Aftermath)

A tense standoff unfolded between the Tempest's soldiers and the Natlan warriors, the latter standing as an impenetrable barrier before the Abyss portal that had swallowed Tempest. The air crackled with tension, both sides gripping their weapons tightly, their gazes locked in an unyielding clash of will.

Mavuika stepped forward, her voice steady yet filled with a measured urgency.

"It is far too dangerous to charge headlong into the Abyss."

She said, her eyes reflecting both understanding and determination.

"We have no way of knowing what traps or horrors await us down there. Charging in recklessly might jeopardize everything. I'm not suggesting we abandon Tempest—I'd never say that. But we must tread carefully. I have faith in him. If anyone can hold their own in the Abyss, it's him. He's strong. He's resourceful. We owe it to him to approach this intelligently, not impulsively."

Her words hung in the air, but Constantine stepped forward, his voice cutting through the silence.

"With all due respect, Mavuika, we don't take orders from you."

He began, his tone firm yet measured.

"You're right, we don't know what horrors the Abyss holds. But that's precisely why we must act now. Every moment we delay is another moment His Grace faces unimaginable peril. If the only Duke of Fontaine has fallen, the nation will spiral into chaos. The people will panic, and worse still..."

His eyes narrowed, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

"I can only imagine the wrath of a certain Lady when she learns of this."

The mention of the Lady sent a ripple of unease through the gathered soldiers, a reminder of the consequences that awaited failure. Constantine took a step closer to the Natlan warriors, his voice hardening.

"We don't have the luxury of waiting. Please, step aside, or we will make our way through, one way or another."

Mavuika's gaze softened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she considered his words. She understood the urgency but couldn't shake the feeling that blind courage might only deepen the tragedy. Yet, she said nothing more.

Constantine turned sharply, his piercing gaze locking onto Tirpitz. His voice carried the weight of a command, firm and unwavering.

"Tirpitz, gather every Ghost in your squad. We'll need their precision and stealth for what's ahead."

He said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Tirpitz nodded, her expression calm and resolute.

"Got it."

She replied coolly before her form shimmered and vanished.

Constantine's attention shifted swiftly to Rohan.

"Rohan, rally the best knights of the Golden Hand. Only the finest among us can be trusted for this mission. We're going through that portal, and we're not coming back without him"

He said, his words brimming with conviction.

Rohan gave a curt nod, already turning to carry out the order.

Finally, Constantine turned to Mavuika, his voice softening slightly, though the determination in his eyes did not waver.

"Mavuika."

He began.

"I understand your caution, but please, step aside. This is not your nation's burden to bear, it's ours. Tempest is our leader, and we'll do what must be done to bring him back."

He paused, his expression softening just enough to show he meant no disrespect.

"That said, if you wish to repay His Grace for saving your city and giving you a chance to reignite the Sacred Flame, your help would not go unnoticed. We could use an ally with your strength and insight."

Mavuika studied him carefully, her lips pressed into a thin line as she weighed his words. Around them, the tension in the air grew, the soldiers and warriors preparing for whatever might come next. The portal loomed ominously behind the Natlan warriors, its swirling depths promising peril, and perhaps salvation.

Mavuika sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly before a small smile curved her lips. She raised her hand in a stop gesture, signaling Tempest's soldiers to stand down.

"Don't worry."

She said confidently, her voice carrying over the tension in the air.

"I'll handle this. And I'll bri-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a sudden flash of energy erupted from the portal, followed by a loud thud. Tempest was violently hurled out of the Abyss portal, his body crashing into the dirt with such force that dust billowed up around him. The portal behind him pulsed erratically for a moment before abruptly sealing shut, leaving only silence in its wake.

"Tempest?!"

Mavuika gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief as she took an instinctive step forward.

"Your Grace?!"

Constantine and Rohan exclaimed in unison, rushing to his side. They quickly helped him to his feet, their expressions a mixture of relief and concern.

Tempest groaned, his hand clutching his head as he struggled to steady himself.

"Seven hells..."

He muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low and strained as if even speaking required effort. His usual composed demeanor was replaced with exhaustion and pain, a rare and troubling sight.

As Constantine steadied him, something shifted beneath Tempest's coat, catching everyone's attention. A faint movement, subtle yet unmistakable, stirred within the folds of the fabric. Tempest's brow furrowed in confusion as he reached inside, pulling out a single object, Columbina's feather.

The feather glimmered faintly, the same ethereal sheen it had when it first came into his possession. Tempest scowled at it, his grip tightening. No matter how many times he thought he had rid himself of it, the damned feather always returned.

'Am I being played again?'

He thought bitterly, his jaw tightening as he stared at the feather, a symbol of some deeper manipulation he could not yet comprehend.

"In the damn Abyss, you could be headed for a serious strife... No-"

"Tempest!"

Mavuika's voice cut through Tempest's disjointed ramblings, snapping his attention away from the haunting fragments of the song Lumine had sung to him in the Abyss. The melody, etched into his mind like a curse, escaped his lips without intention, a soft and broken tune that carried an eerie weight.

Without hesitation, Mavuika dashed toward him, her expression a mixture of relief and worry. She placed both hands firmly on his shoulders, grounding him as she searched his weary eyes.

"You're back. Thank goodness."

She said, her voice trembling slightly despite the smile she offered him.

Tempest blinked, as if her words were pulling him from a distant place, and nodded faintly.

"Mm."

He gently brushed Mavuika's hands off, taking a step forward to assess the scene around him. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, a grim reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. The arena and surrounding streets were strewn with the bodies of fallen Hilichurls, their twisted forms scattered like broken toys. The wounded, both soldiers and civilians, were being tended to with hurried efficiency, their groans of pain mingling with the grim silence.

Despite the devastation, Tempest's mind wandered to another place, a darker memory that eclipsed the current scene. The brutal battle for Stormwind flashed through his thoughts, the horrors of that day seared into his soul. Compared to that carnage, this battlefield, though grim, felt almost bearable.

"I want to ask you what happened in the Abyss and how you managed to escape. I really do…"

Mavuika's voice trailed off, the weight of the question hanging in the air. Her eyes darkened as she looked around the battlefield, the grim reality setting in.

"But right now, I need to gather my warriors and support the other six tribes. What happened here may not be the same for the others. I can't afford to waste any time."

Her expression was pained but resolute, the urgency of the situation demanding her attention.

Tempest nodded, his gaze still distant as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle. He had felt the gravity of the situation the moment he was thrown back into the world, but now, with Mavuika's words, the weight of his responsibility returned full force.

"Ah, about that…"

Tempest's voice was calm, as if he were discussing something entirely mundane.

"Don't worry about the other tribes. Before I marched over here, I sent a thousand heavy cavalry to each of them. I assure you, they're not fending for themselves."

Mavuika blinked, her initial shock quickly shifting to a mix of surprise and wariness.

"You… Why? How could I ever repay such a thing?"

Her voice softened with genuine gratitude, but that emotion quickly turned bitter as her mind connected the dots.

"Oh, right… You most likely did this to force my hand, to make me accept your offer, didn't you?"

Her tone grew sharp, the edge of suspicion creeping in. She couldn't shake the feeling that Tempest's kindness was nothing more than a calculated move for his own ambitions.

Tempest's brow arched slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing his features.

"Ungrateful now, are we?"

He asked, the words almost playful, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of tension.

Mavuika's eyes narrowed, frustration bubbling beneath her composed exterior. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm before responding.

"Fine…"

She sighed, the weight of her words heavy. "You won. It's only fair, I suppose."

Her words were reluctant, but there was a begrudging acceptance in her voice. She knew she couldn't deny the reality of the situation. Tempest had played the game well, and she had no choice but to acknowledge his victory, no matter how much it stung.

As Tempest retrieved the scroll from his coat, a disappointed look flickered across Mavuika's face, her mind already preparing for the inevitable terms he would present. The last thing she wanted was to be cornered into an agreement that felt more like a trap than a partnership.

But her expression shifted abruptly when, instead of handing her the scroll, Tempest raised it to his own chest and, with a swift motion, ignited it with his Pyro Delusion. The flames flickered and crackled as they consumed the parchment, reducing it to ash in an instant.

Mavuika blinked in surprise, her frustration momentarily forgotten.

"What are you doing?"

She asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Tempest's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze steady and unyielding.

"Seeing how you fight for your people."

He said, his tone softer than before but still filled with purpose.

"Changed my perspective of you, Mavuika. I've come to understand that your loyalty to your people is no mere facade. It's something real, something worth fighting for. Because of that, I'm willing to change the proposal."

Mavuika's eyes widened, the tension in her chest loosening for the first time since their conversation began. But before she could respond, Tempest raised a single finger, pointing directly at her.

"Under one condition."

He added, his voice low and commanding, as though the air itself was charged with his resolve.

Mavuika's brow furrowed, unsure of what was coming next, but Tempest's words cut through her thoughts.

"Fight me, Mavuika. I want to have a spar with the God of War herself."


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