"Every word it spoke with my mouth. Every time it hurt you. Every bone it broke in this body—I FELT IT ALL. And I couldn't stop it. Couldn't even blink my own eyes." His voice cracked. "I watched it try to kill you through my own hands. Do you understand what that does to a person?"Miko's throat tightened. "I—""Everything the possession said about the gods? It wasn't lying. It was worse than lying—it was the truth." His father's voice grew bitter. Angry. "The gods broke hell's door during some ancient war I still don't fully understand. Not a crack. They SHATTERED it. And when they realized what they'd done, they panicked like children who broke their parents' favorite vase."He looked at the collapsed mountain. "So they created the Abyss. Not a solution. A BANDAID. A prison to throw the demons in and forget about.""They slaughtered every demon. Methodically. Thousands of them. And all that death energy? It didn't just disappear. It BIRTHED something new. The Enas. The entities. Th