Every day, every night—a new danger was born for the Reaper. The echoes of the darkness spreading to the corners of the world were calling him. But his attitude was completely unchanged. No matter how much darkness surrounded him, the Reaper knew—this was his path. No matter how shattered the world was, the sky beneath his feet was literally on the verge of destruction. He didn't have to do anything for anyone else now; his fight was single—toward death, on a dark journey. There was a shadow of darkness on his forehead and the intensity of that blood in his eyes. His feelings were a kind of supernatural. Suddenly, he felt as if a new danger, a new enemy was approaching. The roar of a secret power, a purpose deep in the depths of darkness. It was as if the world was about to enter a destructive storm. And in this situation, in order to get out of this danger, he would have to be mentally stronger. Reaper stood behind his strength, as a force of confidence. Something inside him was pulling, as if some new and dark information was approaching him. He had no love or hatred for any invisible force. His dark gaze was only on a great enemy. The enemy he knew—was no less powerful than him. Psychic Rage: Reaper spread his field of power with a strange joy. No one on earth had the power to destroy him—that was his constant truth. His psychic power was strong. Psychic abilities had increased even more. No power on earth could stop him. Any enemy, any power—everything he would consume, burned inside him like a fire. But now, a new danger lay ahead of him. A strange enemy, whose name was The Whisperer—an incorporeal being, who was trying to harm him in his heart. In the dark depths of the world, anyone seemed to want to find the Reaper's weakness. "You never know where the underlying fear of this world comes from," The Whisperer said with a wicked laugh. Reaper frowned. The light in his eyes grew more intense. "You're wrong. This world is full of darkness, but I'm deeper than that." Psychic Confrontation: There was a strange power in his eyes then, an infinite psychic rage—and that power flowed around him in drops. The Whisperer launched an invisible attack, but Reaper, who had his pathetic power under complete control, dodged it. Before he could attack anything in the noise of the world, Reaper sent a deadly wave of confusion into his mind. His brain seemed to be becoming a book. The Whisperer, there, was stunned. Immediately after that, Reaper used his psychic power as a powerful blow. Suddenly, a fierce light burst from his eyes, capable of destroying the soul of its enemy. But he did not stop. He had other plans in mind.
What was coming before Reaper was no ordinary enemy. The Whisperer was just a small step, but his real battle lay elsewhere. He knew that there was a deeper darkness between the world and its power. What was to come was going to be terrible. However, after the enemy's defeat, Reaper began to use his psychic powers in a different way. The old forces and the mysterious world, where the ghosts hidden within humans, the beastly power, and a new kind of conflict existed, were completely intertwined. At that moment, a nightmarish scene came to light—a shattered world, where the spirits of the dead were coming out, taking everything from the living. Reaper's eyes darkened as he saw that scene. "This is the beginning of the end," Reaper thought. The horror within him told him that the challenge of destroying the world even deeper still awaited him.
As time passed, the world seemed to be losing its existence. Geological changes, one devastating war after another, a deep crack in human confidence—everything was coming together. Reaper stood once again with his plan, the way he handled everything, again. There was a kind of restlessness in his eyes, as if he knew that the world would soon face a terrible existence. However, his thoughts were not just anticipation, they were a message of danger. A danger that could shrink all his sources of power. "What is this?" Reaper looked up at the sky. Before his eyes, there was a huge cloud of darkness, which was growing rapidly from the earth. Something seemed to be alive in that darkness—the power that would one day crush the earth. A vortex was swirling in the sky, as if the earth was rushing towards some abyss. At that time, Reaper began to strengthen his power. At this time, a wave of energy began to surge above his shoulders, a kind of powerful supernatural force that pushed him into the ancient power. The Awakening of the Abyss: "This is the place," Reaper said. There was no fear in his voice anymore. There was a kind of cruelty in his eyes, a hint of terrible destruction. Some terrible spirits were gradually rising in the dark corners of the world. Those spirits were The Fallen Souls, who were alive but their powers were still on the way to being reborn. Their minds and powers had descended into the world. Their old souls had returned, as if they wanted to lead the world to its end. But Reaper knew that in front of these spirits, he would have to unite the source of his secret power. He knew—he had to become stronger. He had to take the source of all his power—his psychic ability—to another level. Psychic Warping: At that time, the world fell into a strange crisis. Reaper used all his mind, and began to exert all his power to the utmost. The world around him began to collapse. The sky, the ground, everything was being plunged into darkness. And at this time, Reaper combined all his psychic powers and created a new power—Psychic Warping. This power enabled him to control the entire environment. His mental pressure became so intense that the world was forced to obey his orders. However, that darkness, the horror in which the world was immersed, would completely change. Reaper was planning to overcome that darkness with his power, but it was not an easy task. An even more terrible danger awaited him—The Abyss, which would one day completely swallow the world. A Battle Beyond Comprehension: Dark clouds gathered in the sky. The power of The Abyss was gradually increasing, but Reaper had found a terrible power from the past based on all his knowledge. It was through that power that he would have to win this terrible battle. His eyes were now more intense than before—his every thought was now turning into a strategy. "It won't end until I immerse myself in that terrible power," Reaper said, shaking his head. A terrible power was rising inside him—a power that had the power to end the world, but he wanted to control that power. The Final Ascension: Now the earth and the sky were one. Reaper's eyes could see the world in one glance, pulling it towards his aggressive power. The Abyss was taking control of all of its existence, and Reaper was the only figure who could stop it. He knew his mission was coming to an end. However, before the battle could begin, The Abyss' power began to be reborn through some secret force, a force that was pushing the world towards complete destruction.star_border