The Blood of the KingThe Abyss is a product of apathy. It was a hunger that was cold and uncaring, that simply devoured what it could, that obliterated reality, that was indifferent and silent like a dying star.Orion, however, was not born in the cold darkness. His father was iron, his mother fire.In the moment Alex fell on the frozen obsidian, his heart struck by rot and death, Orion's coldness shattered. The eighteen-year-old King glared at his father who was dying, and his eyes were made of metallic silver and they blazed into a terrible, glowing crimson. The pitch-black Eclipse Void that surrounded him violently violently morphed into dark, pulsing, radioactive red.Orion is declining the Progenitor's original code. He was skillfully integrating the emptiness of the Abyss with the raw, volatile, emotional power of human grief.This new magic wasn't just about erasing space, it was about taking over space. The Crimson Void spread outwards, and the coldness of the courtyard viole

The RefusalA king's soul is not a coin and the world is not for sale.The new Quad-Core buzzed in his chest, and Alex stood in the cold wasteland of the Dragon Capital. It was a wonderful, terrible coincidence of the weight of the earth, the brilliance of the stars, the anti-matter of Tartarus and the eternal regeneration of the Phoenix, the chaos.He glanced at the Vanguard defector, Marcus, whose suit of kinetic-light was tailored, who sported a corporate smirk, and whose gritty earthbound appearance had been replaced by a new one.“Don't deal with human traffickers,” Alex growled, the voice of four realms in it. So "cosmic or otherwise, get off my dirt.Marcus didn't draw back, nor did he grab a weapon. His expression was one of mock disappointment, his severe features.Alex is the ever-so-arrogant brawler, The Progenitor's stomach should have taught you some sense of pragmatism, I thought. He touched his holographic datapad. The Syndicate will just take the blueprints at the auto

The Counter-VoidNothing is more frightening than losing all your power in one instant.The Ashen King's hand was wrapped in a sickening swirl of radioactive Tartarus green and black Primordial Rot as he hovered above his luxurious Syndicate cruiser. It was the "Ashen Rot"—a terrible, blasphemous mix of anti-matter's most corrosive and the original emptiness of the universe.Orion was not about to stand down inside the hijacked Vanguard dreadnought. The 18-year-old King's eyes blazed with angry red fire. He struck with his scythe releasing a huge, concentrated wave of the Crimson Void towards Kaelen, with a goal of violently dominating the tyrant like he did the First Shadow.However, the Ashen Rot was an ideal fit for this.The Ashen King just smiled when the red and black energy that was aggressive crashed into Kaelen. The green radioactive fire in his rot was a cosmic binding agent and instantly neutralised the emotional, chaotic fury of Orion's Crimson Void. The absolute nothingne

The Maw of the CosmosShadow and the thing that creates the shadow are very different. The avatars and ghosts of the Abyss were only symptoms, the Leviathan was the disease.The laws of reality started to cry as the true and original Progenitor of the Void came into the sector. There was no geometric armor on it, and there was no flesh on it. It was a primeval, shape-less, smothering sea of absolute Primordial Rot that covered the stars in the Cosmic Web.It had two huge glowing silver eyes, as big as solar systems that it had fixed on the earth.The roar of the Leviathan was not heard, it simply opened its true jaws. It wasn't a mouth of teeth, but a conceptual, hyper-massive black hole that was meant to destroy life. The force of gravity was apocalyptic. The dead, millions strong, fleet of the Syndicate was instantly devoured by the dark, their hyper advanced dreadnoughts silently stretching and snapping into subatomic dust.The Earth's gravity struck. The new dark-matter planetary