Sign In To The Body Of Chaos At The Start-Chapter 87: Broken Sky Expanse

Damon had continued moving, now standing on the edge of a floating platform. The further into the Broken Sky Expanse Damon walked, the more erratic the space was.

The floating platforms would hurriedly shift and warp without warning, light is constantly distorted and gravity would be shifted in unexpected ways. He was constantly moving higher and higher, and at this point, he was above the clouds.

Beneath him? Nothing.

Once he ascended above the clouds, all he could see was a pulsing haze where gravity inverted and space folded, where falling meant being crushed, unraveled, or sent adrift into dimensional seams from which even souls couldn’t return.

Damon crouched, the violet-threaded crystal from Syllana pulsing faintly in his pouch. It aligned with the faintest veins of stable energy that threaded through the sky like spider silk, mapping a barely-navigable route forward.

He leapt.

Wind screamed past him as he twisted mid-air, landing with precision on the next floating slab of terrain. It dipped, then stabilized as he quickly affirmed himself.

He didn’t hesitate. One after the next. Patiently but skillfully jumping across terrain.

He had to make sure his timing was right as well, following the crystal from Syllana, because if he jumped at the wrong time and the platform’s shifted, then there’d be nothing stopping him from falling into that destructive zone beneath him.

Combined with his spacial understanding and the crystal, he was able to consistently walk across the path.

The only sound he heard was the sound of roaring winds as he was high in the sky. He leapt and landed on another platform that buckled slightly from the impact, shifting midair.

Without even looking, he adjusted his weight, riding the tremor and using the momentum to leap again, his cloak trailing behind him like a dying comet.

The higher he climbed, the less stable everything became. The violet-threaded crystal Syllana had given him pulsed with greater urgency now.

Its threads shot out further, pointing only at narrow beams of stability that connected the constantly shifting platforms. These threads were like veins of logic in a world losing its mind, each one a lifeline.

But they were thinning. The veins trembled under strain. The path was still navigable, but barely.

Compared to how Syllana had described the path, it was much harsher now, which led Damon to think about what could’ve happened to the City and the expanse that could’ve de-stabilized to such an intense degree.

Plus, Damon couldn’t hesitate, the moment he did, even for a second, he knew everything would collapse.

Damon’s [ Eyes of Oblivion ] burned brighter, his perception slicing through the visual noise, tracing wind currents, micro-gravity shifts, and unstable mana pockets. He could see it all.

And that was the only reason he was still alive.

A sudden gust slammed into his left flank, unnatural wind, condensed with spatial friction. Damon tilted his body mid-leap, letting it carry him further than planned, narrowly catching the edge of a steep, slanted platform that rotated slowly in midair.

He didn’t even have time to fully stabilize when the attack came.

Screeches tore through the gale.

Three flying Abyssal creatures descended from above, serpentine beings with wings made of flayed skin and bone, each one trailing a tail of distorted mana that ripped through the very air.

"F*ck off, at this time?" Damon cursed as he saw one of the monsters opening its mouth, shooting out a pulse of compressed gravity.

The shot hurtled toward him, warping everything around it, sucking even light into its spiral.

Damon reacted instantly, leaping high and to the side as the gravity orb slammed into the platform he was just on, compressing it into a marble-sized core before it exploded into vapor.

The shockwave caught the bottom of his boots and tried to drag him down.

He twisted midair and reached out with [ Rune of Space ], anchoring himself to the next closest platform. With a quick gravitational pull, he jerked through the air like a slingshot and landed safely, barely.

"When I get back, I’m gonna fuck Artemis until Talia can’t stand me." Damon said in annoyance, still thinking of ways to get revenge on the one who sent him here.

Another screech.

This time, the second creature dove at him.

He raised a hand.

"[ Retribution’s Halo.]"

A sphere of divine light erupted around him, forming a spinning halo that lashed outward with judgmental rays.

The Abyssal creature collided with the halo mid-flight, and was incinerated in a heartbeat. Its screech turned into a wail of broken sins before it burst into ash.

The other two didn’t slow down at all however and neither could Damon.

He leapt from the platform just as it began to rotate too sharply. Below, more floating terrain was breaking apart, entire chunks of land swallowed into that pulsing haze of chaotic void, the dimensional chasm that loomed below like a hungering abyss.

His next step was on a narrow stone bridge no wider than his shoulders.

The wind here was like a knife, sharp enough to slice flesh if one wasn’t reinforced. It howled against him, tearing at his cloak, dragging at his every step like invisible claws.

The two remaining flyers came at him again, this time from opposite sides. One dove low. The other curved behind him, approaching from the blind side.

"[ Forbidden Spell: Overclock. ]"

Lightning struck inward. His veins surged with celestial thunder, golden bolts wrapping around his limbs. His perception accelerated. Wind became frozen lines. The creatures moved in slow motion.

He blurred, disappeared, reappeared mid-air above the first one.

BloodReaper shifted mid-flight into dual short blades. He drove both weapons down, piercing through the skull of the creature from above, pushing them through shadow-warped bone and into the flickering soul flame within its chest.

It convulsed, and exploded.

Without pause, Damon used the momentum to flip, landing hard on the next platform, a flat chunk of scorched marble riddled with broken runes from some ancient fortress that had long since fallen into the Expanse.

The last flier shrieked in outrage.

Damon exhaled once and raised the Codex again.

Its pages flipped of their own will.

A single word glowed.

[ Damnation’s Chain ].

Dozens of flaming golden chains burst from the pages, streaking like meteors toward the final creature.

It tried to dodge, phasing in and out of spatial folds.But the chains adjusted. They were not physical. They were karmic, tied to the monsters soul.

The first chain pierced its left wing. The second bound its neck. The third burrowed through its chest and into its Abyssal core.

The creature let out a shattering cry as it was yanked back mid-air, and ripped apart.

The chains erased the creature from the plane, unravelling its past actions and judging it unworthy of continuity.

That left all of the attackers dead, but Damon still couldn’t stop, immediately heading to another platform.

There were fewer platforms now, but they were larger. Broader spaces where multiple monsters might gather.

And in the distance, he saw something.

A massive structure, like an altar, floating in isolation.

Its stone was ancient and blue-gray, riddled with runes Damon had never seen before. Around it floated spheres of cracked time—pockets where the sky shifted color and rhythm, blinking like dying stars.

More importantly, beneath that structure, the crystal pulsed faster.

That was the path.

But so too were the monsters already flocking toward it.

Damon adjusted BloodReaper on his back, now back in scythe form. The blade hummed with anticipation.

The Gloves of Slaughter itched.

He moved again, jumping from platform to platform with unwavering precision.

From this vantage point, he was level with the stars, or what little remained of them. The sky above was fractured, like a broken dome of glass, slashed with streaks of black lightning and bleeding twilight.

The altar stood ahead, maybe two platforms away, suspended in the eye of the storm.

Even without his [Eyes of Oblivion], Damon could sense the distortion around it, space condensed and cracked, reality fighting to hold together.

The cracked spheres of time orbiting it pulsed unnaturally, as if moments were being stolen and replayed over and over.

But what caught his attention wasn’t the altar.

It was the figures beside it. Two of them.

Fighting with surgical precision, surrounded by a dozen Abyssal monstrosities.

They looked human at first glance, but as Damon narrowed his gaze, he saw the details.

The man had skin the color of deep obsidian, veins of silver light glowing across his arms and down his neck.

His eyes burned violet, and each of his movements left behind echoes, temporal fragments of himself that bled into the air before fading.

His blade, a curved saber of black steel, distorted time with every swing, cleaving through his foes as if their actions were being undone before they finished moving.

The woman beside him was lithe, dressed in robes layered with glass-like threads that shimmered with prismatic mana. Her hair floated unnaturally, bound in a braid woven with celestial crystal shards.

She moved like flowing wind, her spells bending the environment around her, shaping temporary shelters of gravity and slamming them down like hammers of compressed space.

But it wasn’t just their strange equipment or power.

It was their race. Damon had never seen anything like them, not in the modern world, not in the deepest records within the Alchemist Codex or the Spirit Archives.

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Which meant only one thing.

They didn’t anymore.

"Extinct?" he murmured, landing silently on the edge of the last floating platform before the altar.

Three more humanoid Abyssal creatures were closing in on the pair, twisted beings in the shape of people, but with arms too long, faces split down the middle with writhing black tongues, and fractured mana cores that screamed instead of beat.

The male warrior parried two, but the third slipped in behind, claws raised,

And Damon blurred into the space. BloodReaper swung in a clean vertical arc, its scythe edge glowing crimson with retribution and the Gloves of Slaughter screaming to feed.

The Abyssal creature never saw it coming. Its entire upper body was bisected. It fell apart with a howl of psychic hatred, already fading before it hit the ground.

The male figure turned sharply, expression unreadable. His blade twitched defensively before pausing, his glowing eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Who are you?" the woman asked, her voice distorted slightly, as if echoed from multiple timelines at once.

"A traveler," Damon said evenly, his cloak settling behind him, "One who didn’t come here to die."

They hesitated, but before they could ask more, another wave of Abyssal beings climbed up from shattered edges of the platform.

Their bodies were no longer beastial but grotesquely humanoid, people twisted into mockeries of themselves. Their armor was shattered but still bore emblems of long-forgotten kingdoms, and their magic was dark but eerily familiar.

"Those are, " Damon started.

"Former protectors of the Broken Sky Expanse," the man cut in grimly, "Now, hollowed."

Damon stepped forward, the Codex hovering near his shoulder, its pages turning of their own volition.

He didn’t need to ask permission. Golden chains erupted from behind him, slamming into the rising Abyssal forms.

Judgment. Retribution. Damnation.

The three concepts spiraled into the spells that followed, ripping through the tide in an overwhelming surge of divine light. The light refracted through the broken sky, illuminating the platform in a way that felt... pure.

For a moment, just a heartbeat, the wind calmed.

The woman turned toward Damon, eyes still wary, but now filled with the flicker of relief while the man sheathed his blade and pointed toward the altar.

"You came for that?" he asked.

"I came for Elarith Valis. The path brought me here."

The two strangers shared a look.Then the woman stepped forward, her expression turning grim.

"You’re late, then," she said. "The Expanse has already begun to fall. It started with Elarith."

Damon’s eyes narrowed. "What happened?"

The man answered this time, his voice quiet but heavy.

"Abyssal Damnation."

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