The mysterious figure followed Null, advancing through rivers of boiling lava and fields of volcanic rocks sharp as blades. Each step resonated like an echo from forgotten eras.
Suddenly, without warning, gravity intensified. The terrain creaked and deformed, crushing everything in its path as if something immense, conscious, and ancient was reconfiguring the entire world. The lava stopped flowing… and vibrated, undulating like an ocean of fire that refused to obey. The volcanic spikes emitted a deep sound, resonating like the groan of entire dimensions.
Null stopped.
Not by choice.
But because the ground no longer allowed him to move.
Then it happened.
The infernal surface swelled, an unnatural bulge that seemed to hold the very breath of Hell itself. Even time hesitated.
The waves expanded in impossible circles, bending reality, twisting light and heat, distorting air and fire. The pressure increased until it became unbearable, and yet, something in the surroundings seemed to exist outside all known measure.
And then the ground gave way.
There was no explosion.
There was no roar.
Only… it opened.
From the depths emerged a colossal, elongated, ascending form. An absolute calm enveloped it, defying the logic of existence.
Its segmented body dragged fragments of molten rock and incandescent energy that evaporated upon touching its crimson skin, as if each fragment existed simultaneously in all possible moments.
Its size… impossible to measure.
It was a worm of cosmic proportions, a being that transcended dimensions and bent reality itself around it. It had no eyes. It had no face.
Only a circular mouth.
A perfect ring that spun slightly, evaluating the world in all directions and at all possible times, deciding whether the universe deserved to continue existing.
When the creature stopped, Hell seemed to hold its breath.
Gravity stabilized.
The heat became uniform.
But not because everything had calmed…
but because something so vast and absolute had taken control that even Hell trembled before its presence.
The air rippled in impossible currents.
The ground cracked and recomposed with an unpredictable rhythm.
The lava suspended, forming twisted columns like frozen fire serpents.
Every particle of reality seemed to bow, conscious, before the end of times.
The mysterious figure, at a distance, tilted its head slightly in fear.
The Figure: This… is bad… that thing is. (swallows)Abyssar. The Ring of Oblivion.—her voice trembled— I thought it didn't exist. No demon in this Hell has survived facing it.
The worm's mouth opened slowly.
Not with fury.
Not with urgency.
As if Hell itself had spoken Null's name.
And in that instant, every instant, every particle, every dimension felt the weight of the end of everything.
Null: Amaz…
Suddenly, he vomited blood.
He felt a deep wound in his stomach, as if it had existed for days without healing, ignoring even his own regeneration.
Null: What the hell?!
He felt fate strike him: an invisible lightning cut his timeline.
He tried to dodge, but his head was separated from his body in a clean cut, as if the very end of times had dictated the outcome.
Before he could react, a volcanic rock fell from the sky.
It hadn't been there before.
But now it existed.
And it crushed his body, manipulated by reality itself that Abyssar bent to its will.
Null began regenerating from the head.
His body rebuilt at superhuman speed, while invoking an electric armor to protect himself from any attack that might still arise.
Null: Wha… what's happening?. Why is everything… so… weird?
Even being powerful, even being resilient, Null was human/spirit.
His mind couldn't comprehend that which transcended nature, logic, and existence itself.
Abyssar wasn't just an enemy.
It was the end of times made flesh.
And Hell… trembled before him.