Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

The ground shook again, not a violent quake like before but strong enough to make the air buzz and dust fall from the old pillars. Demons paused mid-task, their wings twitching, claws tightening against blackstone floors as the tremor passed, quiet but unsettling, like the Abyss itself was holding its breath.

From above, another Stormclaw demon descended quickly, wings stretched wide and feathers rustling with wind and pressure. He landed in front of Malara and knelt low.

"My lady," the Stormclaw said, breathing hard. "We have just received new news. The island that once belonged to the former Abyss Lord… Ebon Isle… it's gone. Nothing remains. Only dark sea and fog."

Gasps rippled from the nearby demons who heard it. Even Grimzark, floating in the air with his legs crossed, stopped swinging his foot.

Malara did not seem surprised. She simply nodded and raised her hand. "Thank you. You may return to your post."

The Stormclaw bowed again, rose, and with a strong beat of his wings, took to the skies.

Then, like a soft breeze brushing through dead stone, small glowing green leaves drifted down from the sky, spinning gently as they carried a warm light with them. The light grew stronger, forming a circle above the stone plaza.

From within that light, a woman appeared—tall, graceful, glowing with nature's mana, her hair like vines of silver and her dress shaped from living leaves. Her eyes shimmered like moonlight over still water.

Malara stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Lady Yggrith," she said, her voice filled with respect.

Yggrith, The World tree of Abyss smiled kindly and gave a slight bow in return. "I greet you, Malara. And greetings also to you, Sireneth… Grimzark."

Sireneth, who was still sitting on the large stone, gave a slow nod, while Grimzark lifted a hand lazily in response.

After that, no more words were exchanged. All of them knew there was nothing left to say.

They waited.

Meanwhile, above the far-off dark sea where Ebon Isle once stood — now nothing more than empty ocean swallowed by black mist — Seojun floated silently. His long coat rippled in the wind. His eyes were closed, His aura no longer shook the air,

[Uhmm, are you okay now, Host?]

Seojun didn't respond. His face remained calm, his eyes still closed. But then, in a blink, his body vanished from the sky.

He reappeared instantly.

Right in the center of the Bino Clan territory, the wide stone plaza glowing with abyss runes and guarded by pillars older than most demons alive.

Before him stood the figures who had been waiting — Malara in black armor, wings folded; Grimzark above, still floating lazily; Sireneth seated calmly on her stone, legs crossed, her charm glowing; and Yggrith standing in silence, bathed in soft green light.

The moment Seojun appeared, the air cracked with tension.

Every one of them immediately moved aside and knelt.

Malara bowed her head low to the ground, wings spread. Sireneth stood and lowered herself into a kneel. Grimzark floated down and folded his arms across his chest, nodding with a respectful grin before kneeling as well. Even Lady Yggrith bent one knee and bowed her head.

From the skies above, Stormclaw demons saw the signal and nodded to one another.

A large horn was blown — deep, long, echoing through every mountain and cave and valley of their territory.

In moments, all across the Bino Clan land, thousands of demons came rushing from homes, towers, fields, and fortresses. From the sky, from the caves, from the watch posts. The horn called them.

They fell to one knee, eyes on the ground, wings lowered. Stormclaw demons landed in perfect lines. Drakonids knelt with weapons laid on the ground in respect. Even the youngest demons were guided to kneel.

Their heads were bowed in silence… waiting. Seojun looked at them all Then his gaze moved to Malara.

"Malara," he said simply.

Malara stood quickly and approached his side, her head lowered. "My Lord… your room is ready."

Seojun nodded once And as he took a step forward, the demons began to chant in one deep, unified voice that echoed across the Abyss,

"ALL GLORY TO THE ABYSS LORD."

"LONG LIVE THE LORD OF THE VOID."

Seojun walked past them without a word, his presence like gravity itself, and not a single demon dared to raise their head.

As Seojun walked forward Malara walked beside him in quiet step, keeping her head slightly bowed. Behind them, at a respectful distance, Lady Sireneth, Lord Grimzark, and Lady Yggrith followed.

Not a single wing beat. Not a single whisper. All of the demons remained kneeling, their heads low and unmoving, as the procession made its way toward the towering gates of the ancient castle — a structure carved from black obsidian and shadowsteel, decorated with banners of void-black and crimson thread, the home of their Lord.

The gates opened without a sound, responding to Seojun's mana alone, revealing a grand hall lit with soft, floating orbs of abyssal light.

Step by step, they moved through the vast halls, turning at wide corridors, until finally they reached the chamber prepared for him .

Seojun entered without a word.

Malara and the others stayed outside, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, the doors quietly shut behind him.

For a moment, none of them spoke. The only sound was the soft hum of residual mana left behind from Seojun's presence.

Then Grimzark, still floating in the air with his legs lazily crossed, let out a long breath and spun in a slow circle. "Whooaa… Seojun's presence felt so heavy just now… I still remember when we first met. Ahhh… he was so weak back then."

Sireneth crossed her arms and smirked. "Seojun is far more powerful than you now, Grimzark."

Grimzark just shrugged and stretched out his arms as he floated upside down. "Yeah, yeah, he's stronger than me. No argument here."

Then he glanced sideways at Sireneth with a grin. "But He still avoids you like fire. Maybe because he knows you're a bit... intense."

"What did you say?" Sireneth narrowed her eyes, and in an instant, a ball of hot crimson fire appeared in her palm.

Grimzark only laughed as she hurled the flame toward him. With lazy ease, he tilted to the side midair and let the fireball pass right by him, hitting the wall with a small boom.

He didn't stop laughing. "See? Intense."

Sireneth clicked her tongue and crossed her arms again. Yggrith, who had remained quiet glanced at the door to Seojun's room and whispered softly, "Let him rest. Whatever brought him here, it wasn't light."