A single marshal stands in the way of three hundred Abyss. He is barely standing and is bleeding but he was grinning. The leader of the Abyss walks towards him, his red eyes glowing above his mask.

"Why are you smiling? You have lost," The marshal licks his lips, making his lips even bloodier. "Nowhere to run...No one to call. Who is going to save you?" The marshal's legs give out and he looks at the Abyss, his violet tattoos pulsing.

"I know I can't be saved...But it's not over until the fat lady sings," He takes a silver disk out of his pocket and grins even wider. "This is the fat lady. Any last words? It's over the second I release pressure." The Abyss laughs as one as their leader grabs his chin.

"We. Are. Eternal." The marshal drops the disk and hopes that the Abyss are not eternal as they believe. As the Abyss blew apart, in their dark part of the universe, the true Abyss slept, waiting for the day they could destroy everything.