Chapter 1746: Chapter 1562: Curse Lifted 1

Chapter 1746: Chapter 1562: Curse Lifted 1

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Relief was a fleeting luxury in the Abyss. No sooner had the echo of the demon's demise faded than the ground trembled again. Two more Abysmal Demons lumbered into view, their forms mirroring the one Alex had just vanquished. Their six eyes, devoid of pupils, glowed with a malevolent hunger.

Alex cursed under his breath. He hadn't anticipated reinforcements. But despair was a weapon he wouldn't wield. He straightened his spine, a flicker of steel returning to his eyes. "Two more puppets to play with," he muttered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

Silveria materialized once more in his hand, the weight of it reassuring in his weakened state. He wouldn't let these new arrivals deter him. He had faced down one, he could face down two. This time, however, he wouldn't rely solely on surprise.

As the demons charged, Alex raised Silveria, aiming not at either of them directly, but at the space between them. He poured his remaining energy into the weapon, a potent mix of chaotic and his own inherent magic. With a resolute grunt, he fired.

The Void Bullet streaked through the air, a grayish blur, and then, with a sickening crackle, it detonated. Instead of a single portal, a temporal rift ripped open in the space between the demons. Time itself seemed to distort, the air shimmering with an unnatural haze.

The demons, caught mid-charge, bellowed in confusion. One, quicker than the other, attempted to veer away, but it was too late. The rift's pull was irresistible. It yanked the demon into the distorted dimension, its roars echoing as it disappeared into the swirling vortex of time.

The remaining demon, momentarily stunned, froze in its tracks. It let out a guttural roar, a sound that spoke of both fear and fury. This human, battered and bruised, had defied the natural order of the Abyss. This defiance would not stand.

Alex, sweat beading on his brow, knew he wouldn't have the strength for another Void Bullet. But he wouldn't go down without a fight. He channeled the last vestiges of his power into Silveria, imbuing it with a blinding light.

With renewed determination, Alex turned his attention to the swirling vortex that pulsed at the heart of the Abyss. This was why he had come. He had to consume more of the chaotic energy, not just survive, but to return to his world stronger, ready to face whatever awaited him.

Closing his eyes, he channeled his remaining energy, focusing on the balance between chaos and control. The air crackled as he drew in the chaotic energy, this time not with the raw desperation of before, but with a newfound understanding of its power. It lashed against him like a tempestuous sea, threatening to consume him, but Alex held firm. He absorbed the chaos, integrating it with his own magic, forging an even more potent weapon within him.

As the last tendrils of chaos entered his being, Alex opened his eyes. A sense of power surged through him, a potent cocktail of chaos and order. He was changed, forever marked by his ordeal in the Abyss. But he was also stronger, ready to face the challenges that awaited him.

"Let's keep going!"

As Alex delved deeper into the Abyss, the oppressive darkness seemed to tighten around him. The chaotic energy grew ever denser, swirling tendrils reaching out like hungry fingers. Yet, Alex pressed on, his newfound understanding of chaos guiding him. He wasn't just here to survive; he was here to devour the curse at its very source.

Each tendril of chaos he absorbed was a battle in itself. The raw power threatened to overwhelm him, to twist him into a creature of pure destruction. But Alex held firm, channeling the draconic strength that slumbered within him. He was a conduit now, a nexus between control and chaos.

The deeper he ventured, the more grotesque the landscape became. Obsidian spires jutted from the ground like broken teeth, and rivers of molten rock flowed through desolate valleys. The air itself seemed to scream with the tortured whispers of countless souls trapped within

the Abyss.

But Alex ignored the chilling whispers. He focused on the task at hand, a singular purpose driving him forward. He envisioned his world, its vibrant landscapes smothered by the curse. He saw the faces of his allies, their strength waning as the curse sapped their power. It fueled his resolve, a steady beacon in the swirling chaos.