My knight in shining armor - chapter 27
Back to abyss pov
The night air was still, broken only by the quiet curl of Abyss's breeze around his shoulders.
From the shadows, the woman stepped forward — silver glow trailing behind her like a comet's veil. Elysium who was speaking with him about archane
She lifted her dress delicately, twirling as though the battlefield were a ballroom. "Tell me," she said with a mischievous tilt of her head, "what do you think of my dress? Is it cute?"
Abyss groaned, rubbing his temple. "No. It's not. And stop doing that. It's annoying. Like my mother." he remembers Aphrodite doing that a lot when he was 3 or 5 he doesn't remember
For a second, her playful grin froze. Then she laughed softly. "Ohh~ sharp. I can totally fix him."
He shot her a flat look, his breeze stiffening. "What are you about? You didn't drag me here to play dress-up."
Elysium's expression shifted — the teasing melted away, leaving her gaze sharper, almost reverent.
"You're the one who defeated Poseidon before… aren't you? Such a strong man."
Abyss's jaw tightened. "Flattery won't carry you anywhere. But yes."
She frowned at his bluntness, but the sincerity in her eyes didn't falter.
And with that confession, the air itself seemed to shiver, pulling Abyss's mind back—
to four months ago, when the sea itself rose against him
Flashback — Four months before the Underworld Saga.
The whisper of the wind told him.
Medusa had not been slain by chance. She had been sacrificed — a token, a pawn thrown away so Poseidon could polish his name among the Olympians.
Abyss did not rage. He decided. And that decision carried him beneath the waves.
Atlantis shimmered like a dream at the bottom of the ocean. But Abyss had no wonder in him. His lungs burned, his body strained — he could not breathe water like the sea-born. Still, he forced the air to obey, sculpting a thin bubble of wind around himself as he marched into the city's gates.
The ocean trembled. A trident struck him from the side like a lightning bolt, hurling him into jagged cliffs. The sea peeled back — and Poseidon himself surged forward, a blur faster than any current.
Abyss ripped free from the stone, blood leaking into the water like black smoke.
"You," he snarled, voice swallowed by the sea. He shaped wind to carry it, forcing Poseidon to hear.
Poseidon's eyes burned like storm-tossed waves. "You should not have come here."
They collided.
Water pressed against Abyss, crushing him from every side. His movements slowed as if the sea itself chained him. Poseidon's trident flashed, stabbing, sweeping, drowning.
But Abyss carved a bubble of air, forcing a dry void around himself. "Your ocean drowns everything," he spat, "but not me."
He yanked Poseidon in with a violent pull of wind. Their fists collided — one wrapped in tides, the other blazing with compressed air. The impact cracked the seabed, sending geysers of sand spiraling.
"Didn't you do enough to Medusa?" Abyss roared, hurling Poseidon into coral that shattered like glass. "What else do you want, god of oceans?"
Poseidon's expression faltered, but his voice was iron. "I loved her… but our love was a curse."
Abyss's eyes narrowed. "Then be a sinner." His punch split Poseidon's lip, blood rising in scarlet clouds.
Their clash became a storm beneath the sea.
But Abyss's fury sharpened further. His voice broke through the current like thunder.
"And Lavin? Was he also just another mistake to bury beneath the waves?"
Poseidon stiffened. His grip on the trident tightened.
"He was a failure. A child who couldn't hold his own against a mortal. A waste."
The word sliced through Abyss. Something inside him snapped.
He vanished. One heartbeat he was gone — the next, he was behind Poseidon, his fist lancing through the water like a spear. Poseidon dissolved into liquid, wrapping Abyss in a crushing flood.
But Abyss detonated wind from within, shattering the prison into a thousand streams.
The ocean screamed. A rift split open, revealing the black gates of a sunken trench — Lavin's lost dominion. A beast erupted, jaws wide, dragging Abyss deeper. He tore it apart in a single motion, but knew it had been only a distraction.
Because Poseidon was changing.
The sea itself answered him. His form swelled, dissolved, and rose again — until the god was no longer a man but a titan of endless tides. An ocean given flesh. His swing displaced mountains of water, nearly smashing Abyss into dust.
But Abyss had seen this power before. And he had learned.
"Be one with your element," he whispered, "then break it."
He hurled himself forward, not into Poseidon's fist but into his core. Wind spun, condensed, collapsing into a vortex so dense it shrieked like a screaming world. He drove it deep inside Poseidon's sea-titan body just when you make a swirling shape in a water of sink water will dissolve itself.
The titan buckled. The ocean folded inward.
And then — with a sound like the cracking of the earth itself — Poseidon's true form shattered apart.
Abyss stood over the fragments of the sea god, chest heaving, wind howling around him in triumph and fury.
He had broken a god.
And the ocean would never forget as abyss turns to leave Poseidon had nothing but respect towards abyss even though he still see him as a lowly begin as Poseidon start to repair his body
Though Arthur pov was highly different
After the crash, Arthur found himself far from the battlefield. A small coastal town, half-ruined from monster raids, clung to life. Smoke curled from collapsed roofs, and frightened mortals hid wherever they could.
Arthur moved through the streets like a living beacon, lifting beams off trapped survivors, hauling the wounded to safety. His hands glowed faintly with golden light as he healed burns and soothed pain.
A boy no older than seven peeked from behind his mother's torn dress — the same mother Arthur had dragged from a collapsing pier only hours earlier. The boy's eyes sparkled, his fear drowned out by awe.
"Uncle… you're amazing!" the boy chirped. "Are you really a demigod? Like… son of a god?"
Arthur crouched, brushing dust off the child's shoulder. "Yeah," he said softly.
The boy gasped. "Who's your father? Is it Zeus?!"
Arthur rolled his eyes but smiled faintly. "No. Apollo. But…" his voice grew quieter, "…I'm not sure we share the same ray of light. His shines outward. Mine burns inward. My desire to pull everyone into the light… it's not a gift he gave me. It's my own curse."
For a moment, the boy's smile dimmed. Arthur's too. But he patted the child's head anyway. "Stay close to your mother. The light's stronger when people stay together."
Far away, deep beneath the world, another conversation unfolded.
Abyss pov
Abyss stood in the echoing dark of an underground hall. In front of him shimmered Elysium — not in her battle-goddess form but a vision of silver light, bare feet hovering above the marble.
"The Harbingers," she said without prelude.
Abyss tilted his head. "The ones following the goddess of biology? What about them?"
Her lips curled in a humorless smile. "True. But they're not the real Harbingers. They're imitations. The goddess has a plan — but unlike her real harbingers are children of primordials, or at least those infused with their essence. You're one of them… aren't you?"
Abyss blinked. His wind stilled. "What do you mean? I'm the son of Aphrodite, not a primordial—"
She drifted closer and placed a finger against his lips. "Shhh. You are. So am I. I'm the granddaughter of Eros, carrying his essence. A Harbinger. We're not just demigods. We're walking fissures of pure divinity. Above Olympus, above its rules."
Her eyes gleamed. "I don't just want to fix you, Abyss. I want to recruit you. My team has pretenders — I want real Harbingers. The goddess of biology? She's delusional." when she done talking abyss bite her finger
Abyss's eyes narrowed. "Why do you think that?"
"Because I knew her before," Elysium said want to throw a wild insults but couldn't break the topic. "Once she was a princess, daughter of a god my friend we used to steal each other dresses and stuff as young girls till love stroke. Betrothed to a knight everyone thought merciful and strong. Lies. That knight was Kronos himself, in disguise, weaving his influence. She never shook it off. Even when I confronted her, she refused to stop. Now she's one of his paths for vengeance."
"So you want me to help you destroy her," Abyss said flatly. "How does that help me stop Gaea?"
Elysium chuckled softly. "Won't you help a lady in need? Such a gentleman." Her smile faded, voice sharpening. "Because by striking her, we cut off one of Kronos's bets. He's seen futures we can't. This one suits him best. I refuse to let him win."
Abyss folded his arms. "And who else do you think is a Harbinger?"
Her silver glow dimmed slightly, like a candle lowering its wick. She said one name:
"Arthur Starlight. Son of Aether."
Abyss's expression didn't change, but the wind around him tightened as she of course suck on her finger who hurt her now as she said mad"as son of Aphrodite as you claim your totally not a gentleman"hmph as pov shift.
Clarita's POV(teaser)
The clash had left her breathless, arms trembling, but her resolve unshaken. Arachné staggered, a massive shadow looming across the floor, and hit the ground with a crushing thud. She rose again, slow and deliberate — a predator refusing to die.
Clarita didn't wait. She leapt backward, muscles burning, landing on solid stone just as the webbed floor shook with Arachné's weight.
"Got to—keep moving…" she muttered, clutching her blade tighter.
A familiar shadow flickered from the corner of her vision. Heart leaping, she recognized it immediately. Ethan.
He had found her.
For a heartbeat, the chaos of the battle faded. She just stared, the pounding of her heart louder than any scream, louder than the monster still crawling to its feet.
The jungle of the unknown, the weight of powers she barely controlled — it didn't matter. Not when he was here.