Shadow of the Abyss

"Can we go there?" Altair pointed towards a midsize restaurant within the heart of the Fujian District. He stared eagerly at the store headboard. "Azure Winds Pavilion." Translated from Mandarin to English via his Neuolink.

"Syris?" Tebrae said, glancing at the Young Celestial.

"I'm down!" She cheerfully said, racing after Altair, who'd long left them behind.

Tebrae faintly grinned. "She must have be a kid wh she died if she is so excited over something so small. How tragic." She told herself and followed them into the Azure Winds Pavillion, drawing in a rich sct of herbs and spices. Te felt her stomach growl as she approached the front desk.

"Table for three."

A daze struck the host's face as he struggled to find the words before the beauty that seemed as ethereal as the night itself. His face grew flushed, and despite the confidce he'd cultivated over the years, all seemed to wither to nothing in the blink of an eye.

"Alex?" Tebrae said teasingly, noting his name tag over his vest. " Are you guys full?"

"Ah! Yes. I mean, no. Right, this way."

Altair stared… he stared hard, reaching for his Mother's hands as the host led them upstairs to an empty table. He smiled. " Your—"

"No need for a waiter. Just get us everything on the mu." She handed him her card, sitting beside Altair, with a dotting pang within her eyes. "Oh, and some water and drinks. Ones with a heavy dose of mana."

"Right away, ma'am. " Alex stammered to say, rushing off.

"Mana?" Syris interjected. " But won't that damage our Mana Roots?"

Tebrae chuckled, poking at Altair's fluffy cheeks. "Nope. You'll be fine. You're a Celestial remember? Just trust in your blood, and you'll be fine. The boundaries of higher beings pushes the absolute limits of the word impossible."

"Mom," Altair moaned, pushing her hand away.

"Oh, come on. You're not gonna be a kid forever. I've got to joy all the fluff I can get." Te righteously proclaimed, with glowing fascination, that quickly turned to mournful tears. " Or does my Altair not love his mama bird anymore?"

"Altair loves, mommy!" The prince exclaimed. "Hugs!"

Syris's brow twitched at the overly affectionate display of love betwe these two, unable to stop herself from feeling like a third wheel. "You two are weird."

"Jealous?" Altair said as Te nibbled on his cheek. He folded his arm, sitting as though he were the final boss, evilly smiling.

The display was so outrageous Syris couldn't help but giggle. "I do believe… you might be a dummy."

Altair smirked, ready to rebuttal. Wh a sudd tingling ssation within his chest caught his atttion, he reached for his heart, and the tingling turned to an indescribable itch he couldn't quite reach.

"You alright?" His Mother asked him.

"Yeah…" He replied, uncertain.

In the brief silce, Syris glanced towards the stairs, towards the rows of staff heading up. And smiled, almost tasting the breathtaking herbs she'd never smelt. And the indescribable amount of mana emanating from each dish. It was radiant, carrying such dsity a thick azure layer could be se a each dish.

She shuddered and thought: 'Will I be able to absorb that much? Everything seems so differt from back th...' But the fear waning on her mind mellowed out with the curiosity that quickly followed.

"Master Tebrae,' Maneger Cravis said as the four servants plated the table. "Are you thinking of allowing the childr to—"

"Stop asking questions, and there'll be twty-five thousand Sols in your bank account if you turn a now." Te casually said, her eyes scanning over the dozs of dishes that were as ticing as the mana fluctuation off of them.

Cravis knowingly grinned and bowed. " But of course." He said, gesturing for his m to follow.

Tebrae didn't bother to eye the few onlookers at their table, watching with grimaces of smile and curiosity hidd beath expressions of worry. She shifted her gaze to her son, holding his chest, nearly clching it. And she spoke: "Eat. It'll only get worse. You too, Syris. Or he'll leave you behind."

Syris's eyes wt wide, and without hesitation, she dug in. Reaching for the finely cut roasted duck, still a little pink at its cter

Altair stared out at the table, his hold over his chest tighted as the itch swelled to that of a burning heat expanding from his heart to the plethora of organs, spreading up the arms down to his feet. He paled, nearly staggering out of his chair. Holding under the stern gaze of his Mother.

"Eat." She demanded.

Sweat slithered down his neck into his coat, sinking deep beath his tunic as he reached forward, grabbing ahold of the tomahawk-sized wyvern meat and tore into it. Oils of buttered rosemary, thyme, onion, and garlic swelled within the young prince's mouth with each bite.

But the roiling burn twisted into agony, contorting his oval features, as he continued to eat: From the Wyrv mean to the Awaked Tiger, to Bazoi, and more, Mana whirled through the Princes Mana Roots, intsifying dread within his heart.

'It burned. It burned!' He cried to himself, thinking only of his Mother. Not ev noticing the sliver of dark blood trailing down his nose.

"Keep Going, Altair. You to Syris. I know it hurts. But keep going. What your feeling is merely an illusion."

Syris looked up, tears of black trailing down her cheeks as the s of her eyes swelled with a dark foreboding color: The iris of her eyes twisted into a deep scarlet. It was as though Syris had ris from the Nine Hell, a demon based on her appearance.

A violet hue glowed within Tebrae as she spoke: "Eat."

The command whipped through their young minds as Altair and Syris found themselves thralled by her words; Thoughts beyond her command ceased to exist as the pain within their Mana Roots exploded.

They gorged themselves while Tebrae cruelly watched with the sweetest smile over her lips that never once faded: Ev as a foul dark red blood seeped through their clothing, she observed them.

And th nothing… As if it were all a dream, the pain, the agonizing heat vanished, and a cooling wave began.

Altair looked up, his exposed flesh consumed with a seeping dark red liquid.

[DING]

[Connecting to the Mryaid Heavs Matrix]

[Fusing Neurolink and Orgin System]

[Downloading and Installing the Shadow Proclomation]

[Authority insufficit to view Shadow Prolcomation]

[Building Character Sheet]

[World of Shadows Grimoire Detected]

[Trial of the Moon Detected]

[Trial of Blood Detected]

[Trial of The Nine Hells Detected]

[Trial of Heav Detected]

[Trial of Darkness Detected]

[Trials of the Abyss]

[Tower of Babel Detected]

[Bible of Snow Detected]

[System Store Locked - Insufficit Authority]

[Ding]

Name: Altair

Age: 9

Class: Young Prince Lv [First Awaking]

Strgth:

Dexterity:

Constitution:

Wisdom: 5

Charisma: 5

Mana: N/A

Skills: Dark Moon Blade [F]

Passive: [Heart of Darkness [???]]

First Class:

[Young Prince Lv ]

Attributes: [+ Wis], [+ Cha], [+ Con] Per Level Up

Description: He Who Is Naive Has Tak The Path Of The King! May He Find The Throne He Seeks. Be It Good Or Evil, His Throne Awaits Him.]

Skills:

Dark Moon Blade [F]

Proficicy: 0%

Requiremt: [5 Mana], [5 Char], [5 Wisdom]

Sword Limit:

Description: Conjure A Sword Of Darkness Blessed By The Moon.

Passive Skills:

Heart of Darkness [???]

Proficicy: N/A

Attribute: Abyssal/Myriad

Description: N/A

***

Altair froze, his mind whirling with thoughts, but as he grinned. Overwhelmed by the sse of accomplishmt. He looked up at his Mother's smiling expression. " Mom! I did it! I'm an Awaker!

I—" His arms trembled as he raised them high, his innoct eyes spiraling a violet hue within the darkness.

"I DID IT!!!"