Abyss Saga

Rain stood amidst the ruins, his cold gaze sweeping over the torn corpses left behind by the last battle. The blood was still warm beneath his feet, and the stench of death suffocated the air.

He felt nothing—no regret, no joy—just a dark, eerie calm surrounding him.

Another leader of the organization had fallen by his hands, but it wasn't enough. He knew they would keep coming, growing stronger each time. But that didn't matter to him. He had walked too far down the path of chaos; there was no turning back now.

Raising his hand, he looked at his bloodstained fingers. The Black Butterfly remained still within him, but it was never silent. Its whispers echoed in his mind—words he couldn't fully understand, yet they filled him with an overwhelming, dark power.

"The time is near, Rain… They are moving against you."

Rain turned his gaze toward the horizon, where distant lights approached. There was no time to rest—not that he needed it.

In the next instant, a wave of lethal energy surged toward him. Moving swiftly, he dodged the explosion that tore through the ground where he had stood moments ago. Rocks and dust scattered in every direction, but he paid them no mind. Instead, he focused on the figure that emerged before him.

A tall man clad in black armor, surrounded by a fierce aura. His face was hidden behind a silver mask, but his piercing eyes alone were enough to make Rain sense real danger.

"Rain Earthon, you have been sentenced to death," the man declared in a low yet authoritative voice.

Rain chuckled softly. "How many times have I heard that line? You're just another piece in a game you don't even understand."

The man didn't respond. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed at Rain.

In an instant, the ground beneath him exploded, and black chains emerged from the void, reaching out to ensnare him.

But Rain wasn't that easy to catch.

He vanished in a blur, reappearing behind the man with a lethal punch aimed at his head. But before it could land, the air around him solidified into an invisible shield, deflecting the attack effortlessly.

"Interesting..." Rain muttered, stepping back to observe his opponent.

"I'm not here to play," the man said, slamming his foot into the ground.

At that moment, an overwhelming force filled the area. The sky darkened, and the air trembled violently. Rain felt something strange—this energy was unlike anything he had encountered before.

This wasn't just another organization warrior. This was something different.

"So, you're not like the usual trash," Rain smirked, stretching his hand forward.

The Black Butterfly inside him began to glow, and his body surged with an ominous power.

This was the moment he lived for—a true battle.

Both figures launched themselves forward simultaneously, their fists colliding with an impact that shattered everything around them. Trees splintered, rocks were sent flying, and the very ground cracked beneath their power.

This was no ordinary fight.

It was a clash of monsters.

Rain felt exhilarated. This opponent was unlike any he had faced before. His speed was terrifying, his strength undeniable.

But Rain was no ordinary human.

With each strike, the Black Butterfly expanded within him, and his power soared beyond reason. This was his domain—where no rules, no limits, could bind him.

Yet, his opponent was relentless. His movements were precise, his attacks deadly. The energy he unleashed penetrated even Rain's defenses.

And that only excited him more.

"Is that all you've got?" Rain asked with a crazed grin, licking the blood from his lips.

"We haven't even begun," the man replied before vanishing.

In that instant, Rain felt something pierce his body.

Looking down, he found a black spear lodged deep in his chest.

For a brief moment, pain flickered through him—but it wasn't enough to stop him.

Lifting his gaze, he met the masked man's eyes and grinned.

"You made a mistake."

In the next moment, Rain's body dissolved into shadows, disappearing completely.

The man stepped back, trying to locate him, but before he could react, a hand gripped the back of his head.

"Game over," Rain whispered in his ear.

Then, with a single motion, he crushed the man's skull in his grip.

The warrior's body froze for a moment before collapsing lifelessly.

Rain stood over the corpse, victorious.

But he knew—this was only the beginning.

The organization would not stop.

The entire world would try to erase him.

But none of that mattered.

He had begun his path toward chaos.

And nothing would stand in his way.