Is it possible for the Endless abyss to evolve a creatures bloodline, allowing it to ascend?
The short answer is yes, but the odds are incredibly low.
The world Cillian had built , the Endless Abyss, was a divine domain governed by [Extreme Chaos]. And at its absolute core, chaos is uncertainty. Or more precisely, unknowability.
In the Endless Abyss, every creature, rule, element, and even concept is unstable. Nothing holds shape. Everything may shift,at any time, according to sheer will or chance. If there's one thing that defines this world, it's that only willpower matters.
So in such a world, could dragon-blooded Lizardman stably evolve?
No. At least not reliably, what was more likely however, were chaotic mutations and Twisted breakthroughs, in fact, those happened regularly.
Most creatures here mutate all the time. A beast with claws and horns may birth offspring with wings and tentacles. The gap between generations is vast,not just in form but in essence. Evolution in the Abyss is like cancer: constant, unchecked and incredibly grotesque.
And yet it worked, because the Abyss kills anything weak,only the most adaptable and vicious survive.Every plane in the Abyss is a furnace. The deeper you go, the hotter the flames.
when Vaskar advanced to the pure-blood Stage, he had not actually 'evolved' rather this was a case of [Abyss Corruption]. Any outsider who sets foot in the Abyss begins to corrode irreversibly in spirit, soul and mind.
Their body mutates. Their bloodline twists and they start to hear whispers in the dark.
And eventually… they're no longer the creature they once were.
The more chaotic your soul, the more the Abyss loves you, and Vaskar, obsessed with power and bloodline purity, was a perfect match.
He was chosen. His soul was cracked open then his potential forcibly awakened.From the moment his soul was touched by the Abyss, his fate was sealed, His growth was over.
And at this point, Vaskar looked horrific.
Tumors covered his face. Bone spurs jutted from his wings.Even his proud "dragon blood" scales were infected with parasitic growths,tiny organs feeding on his own blood.
His power, once neigh legendary , now bled out of him with every breath.
"You… are the will of this world?"
Vaskar's voice trembled. One eye had ruptured. The other locked onto Cillians figure.
Nearly completely corrupted, Vaskar could feel the Abyss watching him.It wasn't a person, it was the dark vortex.Just seeing it made him feel like his soul was unraveling.
"I… I'm willing," Vaskar whispered. "Give me strength… I kneel to you…"
He coughed out a mass of organ fragments.Abyss creatures were already chewing on his body. His blood soaked the ground.
"Power… I'll do anything!"
He begged, cried and pleaded.
Cillian didn't speak, instead he only stood there in silence, watching.
Cillian wasn't focused on him, rather he was watching the soil, watching the bugs eating Vaskar's blood.
Vaskar noticed the truth far too latw.
"No—"
Vaskar's last scream came not from pride, but realization.
He wasn't chosen for power. He was Livestock.
His soul was shredded, reshaped, and absorbed back into the Abyss.
His body picked clean.
Finally, Cillian moved.
He pinched a larva, swollen with Vaskar's blood, and inspected it.Its bloodline had broken past its limits and was one step closer to true evolution.
He gently set the larva back down and let it burrow into the dirt. Only then did Cillian speak:
"You, who are so easily corrupted… are too weak."
"And in the Endless Abyss, those who lack conviction…have no place."
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"Finally… success."
In the deepest shadows of the Endless Abyss, Cillian watched silently. Across all sixty-six planes of his world, countless larvae were undergoing rapid transformation. Compared to the chaos-beasts and malformed abominations populating the Abyss, these tiny, unnoticed creatures were the closest thing to a chosen race in Cillian's eyes.
Now, their second evolution had begun.
The limits that once shackled their development were broken. Their bodies were becoming larger, faster, more savage. They attacked other Abyss dwellers more aggressively, and in rare cases, some grew so large they towered like living mountains,apex predators without rivals. Most still died young, of course; the Abyss was cruel and overflowing with monsters stronger, smarter, and infinitely more violent. But that imbalance was beginning to shift.
The moment one larva devoured the remains of a powerful creature, it mutated. And it remembered they weren't just surviving anymore. They were evolving. Learning to hunt.
Cillian leaned forward, observing them like a god examining his prototypes. Over time, he knew these new creatures would become something more. A new race,his race. Born from carnage, shaped by only their ambition.
The flow of time in the Abyss was accelerating,sometimes a hundred, or a thousand times faster. With the spreading of the black-red vortex that distorted bloodlines, evolution surged like a plague across the world. Chaos thickened. Everything was changing.
The first to feel it were the common creatures of the Abyss.
After devouring the corpses of the dragon-blooded invaders, they changed. Some began mimicking the traits of those outsiders. Others tried to trace their own bloodlines back, imitating what they'd seen in Vaskar.
The truth was, the dragon-blooded weren't pure dragons. Some were part-lizard, some born of dragons and beasts, and others,fish, humans, insects. Their bloodlines were messy. But to Cillian, they were beautiful, they were beautiful because they were foreign.
And what the Endless Abyss lacked most was foreign blood, an outside stimulus. The genes of fish, for example, were nearly impossible to evolve naturally in this hellish world. Native "fish" in the Abyss were twisted sludge-dwellers that couldn't breathe under water. Their features were wrong. Their bodies melted in acid, drank poison, and bred only in decay.
But after absorbing the blood of real fish from the invaders, everything changed. Cillian smiled when he saw it. Gills. Real gills. For the first time, some Abyss beasts swam beneath the poisoned oceans rather than just lurking in their shallows.
One creature stood out among them. A colossus he personally named the Abyss Leviathan.
It, like every other abyss creature, was born from chaos but it had grown so large,it completely dwarfed its competitors and now it ruled an entire ocean. It consumed everything and still kept growing. A king among the new sea-monsters.
And it wasn't unique.
Larvae across the planes had started growing scales,each with a unique, terrifying property. Some were tougher than dragonhide. Some bent light. Others blocked magic outright. A few began laying eggs instead of spawning tumors or splitting like fungi, allowing them to preserve and refine bloodlines.
The Population exploded.
Power grew faster than Cillian had expected.
After their first taste of dragon-blooded flesh, they developed a hunger for it. Their instincts sharpened. Their souls bent toward conquest.
It was the first time in history that the Endless Abyss had experienced such an explosion of life.Cillian stood atop a stone spire and whispered to the storm above.
"Almost there."
He was pleased. The Abyss was finally becoming what he envisioned. Finally shaping itself into the perfect crucible of chaos.
"Just a few more waves," he murmured, "and we won't need to wait anymore. The Abyss can start its own invasions."
The moment he thought it, across dozens of planes, millions of Abyss creatures simultaneously lifted their heads.
Their hearts beat in unison.
And in their minds, a new desire bloomed.
Conquest.
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Meanwhile, back in the real world, far from the horrors of the Abyss…
At Grimstone academy, deep within the central building's old wing, Vice Principal Warren stood outside a door that hadn't been opened in years. Dust coated the handle. A faint shimmer of divine energy leaked from the cracks.
Inside sat the school's headmaster,the strongest known graduate of Grimstone, who had sealed herself away to perfect her personal world: a divine domain unlike any other.
She had left one message before vanishing:
"Do not disturb me unless it's absolutely necessary."
Warren hesitated. Then knocked.
"I hope I'm not too late…"
Behind the door, A woman's voice sounded, Ethereal yet domineering simultaneously.
He stepped inside.
Floating in the air was a blonde woman in white robes, her eyes shut in meditation. Behind her stretched a vast, crumbling celestial world,planets drifting, breaking, reforming.
She sang:
"In the beginning, there was no form. No light. No matter. No law."
The stars shattered, worlds burned and rules collapsed.
Then her voice changed.
"But from the void came form. From silence, creation. From chaos… order."
The world rebuilt itself again, Galaxies begun to spin, mountains rose and life was ignited.
And then, everything vanished once more.
The woman opened her eyes and looked directly at Warren.
One eye shimmered like a supernova.
The other, darker than a black hole.
"Warren," she said calmly. "It's been a while."