Abomination.
The First Calamity.
Conceived initially as nothing more than a twisted experint, the creature known as Abomination was an accidental creation of the Demon King—a malford pet birthed from chaos and dark alchemy. In its early days, it resembled a mindless monstrosity, lurching and snarling like a beast driven by pure instinct rather than intelligence. Yet even in that primitive state, its power was undeniable.
Forged in the most bottomless pits of the Demon King's laboratory, Abomination was a fusion of corrupted essence and forbidden magic. It was never ant to exist, yet it thrived, imbued with raw, unstable energy potent enough to raze entire cities and paralyse dinsions with its sheer presence.
Wherever it walked, the land itself would rot beneath its feet. Crops would wither, rivers would blacken, and the skies above would churn with storm clouds choked in its thick, suffocating miasma—a toxic haze of demonic energy capable of killing a human in monts.
But Abomination was not rely a weapon of destruction—it was a vessel of eternal hunger.
Drawing constantly from the limitless energy of the Demon Realm, it beca functionally immortal. No blade could pierce it, no spell could bind it, and no force, mortal or divine, could truly destroy it. It healed from every wound, regenerated from every blow, and adapted with terrifying speed.
It did not eat or sleep; it consud. Kingdoms, armies, entire civilisations—it devoured all without reason or remorse. Abomination was more than a demon. It was the living embodint of ruin, a nightmare brought to life.
"Abomination could attach itself to soone other than the Sword Saint?"
Amon spoke, his voice trembling with unease. This was yet another unforeseen variable—one that hadn't appeared in any version of events they had prepared for. In [Bright] and Yue's first tiline, the Demon Cult had always chosen the Sword Saint as the vessel for Abomination.
It had been a constant, a fixed point they never questioned. The possibility that the Cult would select a different host, especially one of their own Apostles, had never even crossed their minds.
"We were complacent… It seems that the appearance of the Demon Count has changed the flow of events."
Yue held her head, visibly shaken that she hadn't considered this variable.
"But… It's a blessing in disguise. Compared to when it used the Sword Saint as its vessel, this Abomination is noticeably weaker."
"You're calling that… weak?"
Amon pointed cautiously at the deford creature whose very existence shook the heavens. It was difficult to imagine this Demon was a powered-down version of what it could have been, but it's true.
"If it possessed the Sword Saint, all of Espadavale would have been destroyed the mont it landed. Also… it seems to be an incomplete summoning."
In the original tiline, the Sword Saint was fated to offer up his body to the Demon Cult, with the Prophet conducting the ritual that would allow Abomination to possess him. It was a carefully orchestrated sequence, one they had co to rely on.
But this ti, everything had changed.
The summoning was carried out not by the Prophet, but by the Demon Count—and the chosen vessel was not the Sword Saint, but Malachi, the Apostle of Subservience.
With such drastic deviations from the original events, there was little doubt: the summoning was flawed and Abomination could not have erged in its perfect form.
"Even so… this Abomination is stronger than anything we'd ever faced…"
Facing this terror in person, both Amon and Yue knew that they were outmatched. Nothing else in the world ca close to the power of this monster. Not Alrock Solaris, not the Sword Saint… no one could match the outrageous feeling of dread that Abomination gave them.
"But… we must stop it."
Amon declared resolutely.
Even in its weakened state, Abomination remained a cataclysmic threat—one capable of endangering the entire planet. Its re existence would spread corruption across the land, leaving a trail of chaos, death, and devastation wherever it moved.
Entire nations would crumble, cities reduced to ash, and millions displaced from their hos. As poverty and despair took root, humanity would begin to fracture. In their desperation, many would abandon hope and turn to the only power that promised salvation: the Demon Cult.
This was their proper strategy—to unleash the First Calamity not just as a weapon, but as a catalyst.
A monstrous force to plunge the world into ruin, and in doing so, swell the ranks of the Cult with broken souls willing to serve in exchange for survival.
"Fortunately, we're facing it at its weakest state. This is the best chance we've got to minimize the damage."
Abomination was a demon that grew over ti. The longer it remained in Hyades, the greater the corruption it would spread. At the sa ti, the mayhem it caused would catalyze greater evolutions, and in due ti, it would be practically unstoppable.
"Can we defeat it?"
"Hard to say," Yue shook her head. For the first ti since regressing, she felt like she had lost all control over reality. "In my original tiline, we didn't manage to defeat Abomination. We only managed to expel it from our dinsion. But since the Sword Saint isn't its vessel…"
Yue harboured an unthinkable thought… She aid to kill this immortal being and sever the wings of the Demon Cult once and for all.
"If I rember correctly… Abomination is immune to all physical damage."
"That's right, it will regenerate anything that damages its body."
"And it is resistant to most magic spells."
"Magic doesn't work when it's shrouded with that thick demonic miasma." Yue answered once more, her tone deepening gravely. "Ah, and don't forget its ntal interference immunity!"
"That doesn't make feel any better…"
While Amon and Yue were deep in their strategy eting, the Abomination finally stirred from its slumber. After the summoning, it had taken so ti to adjust and grasp its surroundings. But now, fully awake, it unleashed a blood-curdling shriek that seed to pierce through their very bones. Instinctively, Amon and Yue stepped back, retreating to stand beside Arya and Bawi, who were watching the scene with wide, fearful eyes.
"A-Amon… B-Big brother… W-What is that?" Arya stamred, her voice trembling with fear.
"I don't have ti to explain! Take Bawi and head to town! Help with the evacuation!" Amon ordered sharply.
"B-But, a-are you really going to face t-that?!"
Arya pointed a shaky finger at the monstrous creature. Though it hadn't fixed its gaze on her, a wave of despair washed over her. Against that demon… she felt as insignificant as a firefly beneath a full moon. Beside her, Bawi's hand gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her muscles quivering with tension.
"Don't worry," Amon said with cold resolve. "I'll handle it."
"B-But—"
"He's right, Arya. Don't dwell on it too much," Yue added, her voice calm and reassuring. "After all, he's not alone."
The power of the Fantasy Couple—a duo so legendary that nearly the entire Hyades Republic knew of their feats. They fought as one, and whenever one was in peril, the other was never far behind. The unity between Amon and Yue brought a flicker of relief to Arya's anxious heart, though the young sword maiden remained uneasy.
"What about grandfather?" Bawi asked quietly.
"We'll protect him," Yue promised firmly. "For now, you must retreat. At your level, you'd be more of a burden than a help."
Bawi swallowed her discontent but knew she couldn't argue. Staying ant becoming a liability—in a battle where even the slightest weakness could an death. With no other choice, she grasped Arya's arm and signalled a retreat.
"S-Sister Yue… d-don't let him die."
"Heh heh heh, we won't die that easily. I still owe you a niece, after all!" Yue responded with a playful chuckle.
"…"
Amon watched silently as Arya and Bawi withdrew. While they weren't truly safe in Espadavale, at least they were away from the epicentre of the chaos—and that was the best he could hope for.
Just as Amon was about to drift into anxious thoughts, the demon hovering in the sky let out a wide yawn. From its maw poured a thick miasma that spread like a suffocating fog, gradually engulfing half the cliff in dense mist. Slowly, grotesque creatures began to take shape—oozing into existence as they dripped from the clouds and erged from the ground like a rciless plague, each one more nacing than the last. Sensing the threat, Amon narrowed his eyes and raised his blade, preparing for the onslaught.
"Abomination… It's creating demons."
"Fortunately, it's not attacking outright… It wants to whittle down the area with numbers."
Yue answered with vigour as the mana within her body churned. Seven rings erupted into the skies as her ethereal self beca downright illusory. Almost instantly, a legion of spiritual soldiers appeared at her footsteps, filling the wide cliff in a structured formation.
At the sa ti, she twisted her fingers and allowed every ounce of her mana to break free. Monarch-tier Spirits descended en masse, creating a pressure that would make most magicians suffocate in horror.
Yaru, the Mist Spider.
Anima, the Rainbow Butterfly.
Ceres, the Cloud Qilin.
Vaelrix, the Infernal Kitsune.
Nyssara, the Shadow Revenant.
Kaethon, the Stone Sentinel.
Serilune, the Tidal rmaid.
The seven monarch-tier Spirits currently contracted to Yue. Each equally powerful, and each… similarly dangerous.
"This is…"
Amon paused, clearly taken aback by Yue's outburst of mana. While he knew she had contracted multiple monarch-tiers, he had no idea of the exact number. Heck, even the seven here may not be all of them. After all, in [Bright], she didn't contract with this many, let alone possess the power to manifest them all at the sa ti.
With a snap of her fingers, the spirits all attacked in unison. The monstrosities that Abomination created were no match for the Spirit Empress's onslaught, and they were slaughtered by the hundreds.
"Amon, I'll deal with the stragglers… You aim to take out Abomination."
"... How?"
"Aim for the vessel!" Yue explained as she orchestrated her spirits like a general on the battlefield. "As long as we can sever the connection to our dinsion, we can drive Abomination out."
"..."
Amon glanced at the hideous monster that had just as much flesh as it did skin. Not to ntion, it was immune to physical and magical damage with an absurd regeneration rate. Immortal was a kind way to describe it.
But…
"I'll just have to try."
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