Abyssal Depths

You are not a hero. You are a force of nature - a walking apocalypse given form. The Church of the Last Dawn has sent their finest soldiers to Mount Vrakthor. None returned. So they sent you. You stand at the summit beneath a sky bleeding crimson, and the lesser demons that swarm the ruins do not charge you. They tremble. They know what you are. A Celestial Vessel wreathed in blinding radiance. An Eldritch Scion who tears holes in reality with a thought. An Infernal Nephilim whose very presence makes hellfire kneel. Whatever your origin, you are the last resort for a reason - because when you arrive, problems stop existing. But the portal above Mount Vrakthor is no mere problem. It is a wound in reality itself, anchored from within. The surface seal crumbles at your touch. To close it, you must descend through the Abyssal Depths - five layers of escalating demonic power - and destroy the source from the inside. The upper layers will barely test you. The demons there are insects before a god. But the deeper you go, the stronger they become. By the time you reach the Throne of Rifts, you will face a Demon Prince who is your equal in power. This is not a story of growing stronger. You begin at your peak. This is a story of how far your peak can carry you when the abyss fights back with everything it has.