The two suns of the solar system were dwarfed by the brilliance of Julius Xander. He was the brightest star in the sky. He seemed beyond human, beyond even the state of mortality.
The people on the planets, space cities, space stations, spaceships, planetoids, and everywhere else, felt a sudden compulsion to look at the sky.
When they did, their eyes reflected the brilliant light in the sky.
"Oh my..."
"What is that?"
"I feel heavy, weak..."
"Like a candle in front of the sun..."
The whispers of the people died down as the light slowly disappeared and covered back into a man.
But they couldn't see him. Even the people from Earth, the planet he was closest to, couldn't see him.
However, the scientists using telescopes could. So could the people using drones to monitor him. An order came from the military and immediately, the drone footage was broadcasted live.
"Haaah!"
"It's him?"
"The guardian of earth..."
"Julius Xander..."
"What the hell happened to him? Didn't he go missing earlier? Why did he shine now?"
The common people had no idea what transpired. They didn't know of Julius essentially abandoning earth and the solar system to finish his ritual. Nor did they know what his current strength was.
But the knowledgeable humans already had a guess. It both excited and terrified them.
If Julius really stepped into that level, humanity wouldn't have to worry about abyssals anymore.
But it's not like they'd have to worry without Julius. Varian was about to finish off the abyssals. But still, Julius would be enough for any future threats.
However, who's to say this man wouldn't abandon humanity? The reason he was absent must be because of his advancement. But he must've known that more than three billion humans died. If he only put off his advancement for a later time, so many lives could've been saved. He had a choice. And it's clear what he picked.
Their future would be in the hands of such a man. Powerful beyond their understanding but indifferent to their sufferings.
For a while, the community of high awakeners and intellectuals was unsure how to feel about this new world order they were thrust into.
But they didn't have the luxury to think any longer.
Julius gave off a golden light, almost like he was a burning star and then he shot toward the Demon Abyss. He was fast. Much faster than the most advanced spaceships.
And he used his blink ring in the middle. He appeared a few thousand miles away. In just a few more minutes, he reached the Demon Abyss.
The entrance to it was still a red crack in the sky, almost like the mouth of a devil from hell, daring anyone to enter.
Julius jumped in without any hesitation and everyone watching him fell silent.
There was anticipation. There was fear. There were so many emotions that boiled in the hearts of the spectators.
But they were all suppressed by the sudden shock that filled their minds as the entire Demon Abyss lit up in a golden light.
In seconds, like the cracks on an eggshell, large cracks appeared on the demon abyss with golden light leaking out of these cracks.
Then it exploded.
Into pieces of blood, flesh, mud, soil, and many, many things, the Demon Abyss--a world the size of the earth--exploded.
Everyone strong enough witnessed this crazy display of strength. It was a level that far exceeded anything they ever knew. Even Sovereigns were nothing in front of this greatness.
"The world is going to change." An old scientist slumped into his chair and stared at the screen blankly.
"It already did." The military general standing next to him said in a low voice as he stared intensely at the destroyed abyss. "It already did."
The next hour was perhaps the most eventful but also the quietest in the history of mankind.
All the remaining abysses cracked and exploded like they were just some fireworks and not a fucking world housing billions of abyssals.
There was no fight. No resistance. Not even a shred of cry.
In a muffled silence, they watched as the last abyss exploded into the debris of blood and soil.
The enemies that plagued, tortured, and slaughtered humans for over a century were gone.
Just like that? Is that it? The end to the dreams they carried since their childhood? The finality in their struggle for peace?
The men and women who were at the very top of the pyramid collapsed into their seats.
The relief on their faces was visible as tears slowly pooled in the corner of their eyes. The burden they were carrying since they were self-conscious was lifted.
As the tears rolled down their cheeks, the sacrifices they made to reach this point played in their minds like an old movie.
The faces of people they loved, lost, and missed came in like a flood. And so did the memories of the times they had to give up to safeguard their race.
The birthdays of their young children, the anniversaries, the last moments of their elderly parents, and many more.
They were all sacrificed for this one thing. And now, it's over.
It's all over.
They felt light and free. The quest of their lives was finished today.
They were relieved. They should also be happy. Ecstatic even. But they only felt hollow. It was as if a part of themselves was ripped apart, leaving an aching void that would never be filled.
The enemy they dreaded, hated, and fought didn't go down in a grand war. Nor did they lose their lives in the legendary battle that should've been. No. The abyssals just vanished and they vanished without even a whimper.
An era ended today. In the annals of history, today would be the last chapter of the abyssals.
From tomorrow, the suns would shine on the human race that didn't have to fight for peace anymore.
Peace was finally here.
