Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

A sudden shockwave rippled through the air, and the barrier around them cracked like a fragile piece of glass.

The Lion Beast's eyes widened. "What the—?!" He immediately jumped back, instincts screaming at him.

Huno, Silla, and Nymira, who had been struggling moments ago, felt a surge of relief.

"It's Master!" Huno grinned, his three heads letting out deep, rumbling growls of satisfaction.

The Lion Beast's expression darkened. "No… No way!" His tail lashed out in frustration. "No one should be able to find or sense this barrier! Even if he's the Abyss Lord—that's impossible!"

But then—he realized something. He turned sharply, scanning the battlefield. Silla was standing a few meters away, coiled protectively around a small, unconscious figure.

The Lion's stomach dropped. "Damn it!" He hadn't even noticed that in all the chaos, Seoyang had been taken from his side.

CRACK.

The barrier shattered.

It broke apart like fragile shards of ice, scattering into the wind, exposing the battlefield once more. The Lion Beast barely had time to react before he felt it.

A presence.

A suffocating, overwhelming pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced before. A figure hovered above the battlefield, cloaked in dark, flickering energy. His aura—deep, boundless, and horrifying.

"It can't be…" The Lion Beast's breath hitched. His claws trembled. He felt his very instincts scream at him to kneel, to submit. "H-How…?"

A shadow blinked across the battlefield.

"Mom!"

Seojun's voice rang out as he appeared beside Seoyang, immediately kneeling and pulling her into his arms.

His hands trembled as he checked her condition, brushing her hair from her face. "Mom, wake up." His voice was uncharacteristically soft, but beneath it was an underlying storm.

Silla quickly spoke, sensing Seojun's worry. "She's safe. She's only unconscious Master."

Seojun exhaled, relief flashing in his eyes for just a second before he turned his gaze upward—locking onto the Lion Beast.

The overwhelming aura around him intensified. Huno stepped forward, shaking his head with a smirk.

"You felt it, right?"

The Lion Beast's body refused to move.

"You can't handle him."

The Lion Beast stared at the ground, his claws digging into the dirt as his thoughts spiraled.

"How can a human be this strong? This… shouldn't be possible."

His body trembled, not from fear, but from the unbearable weight of realization. The Abyss Lord… this man… was something beyond even the Abyss itself.

But then— His master.

His ears twitched as he clung desperately to the one thing that still mattered.

"No! My master's dream… his goal! What about everything we suffered for?!"

His heartbeat pounded in his chest, his body moving before his thoughts could stop him.

He lunged. Every skill he had—every ounce of power he possessed—poured into his final attack.

"I'LL DO EVERYTHING FOR MY MASTER!"

The roar shook the battlefield as his claws, sharp enough to tear through dimensions, closed in on Seojun.

But then—

Silence.

He couldn't feel his body. His vision blurred.

"What's… going on?"

His limbs wouldn't respond. His attack never landed. Something struck him. Something he never even saw.

His mind screamed at him to move, but his body—betrayed him. And then, he saw it.

Seojun.

Standing beside him. As if he had always been there. As if the Lion Beast's attack had never even been a threat. Seojun's dark eyes bore into him.

"Your master is already dead. Why are you still fighting?"

The Lion Beast's breath hitched. "W-What…?"

His gaze flickered toward his master's figure. Still standing. Still there.

But then Seojun moved appearing in the mid air and threw a punch into a mirror in his master center body.

And in that instant—

The body turned to ash. The Lion Beast froze. His body completely collapsed.

"N-No…"

His voice was barely a whisper. His breathing grew uneven as he stared at the pile of ashes, refusing to believe.

"No… my master is not dead… He's not! He's not!"

His mind rejected it. His heart refused it. But the truth was there. Seojun stepped forward, his voice calm but cold.

"Accept it. Your master has been dead for a long time."

The Lion Beast shook his head violently.

No. No. NO!

But deep inside—

He already knew.

A single tear slipped from the Lion Beast's eye, trailing down his bloodstained fur. His body, once filled with unstoppable power, now felt so light… so empty.

He slowly closed his eyes, his voice weak but steady.

"Please… kill me."

His words carried no hatred, no anger—only longing.

"I want to see my master again."

Silence filled the battlefield.The others watched, but none spoke. Seojun stood there for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he finally answered.

"I hope you'll see your master again."

He knelt down, placing his hand gently on the Lion Beast's body.

A strange warmth spread through the fading beast—not pain, not fear, just… peace.

For the first time in what felt like eternity, the Lion Beast relaxed.

His breathing slowed.

His consciousness faded.

And in his final moments, a small smile formed on his lips.

"Master…"

He let himself drift into the darkness And then—he fell asleep.

*****

A gentle breeze swept across the endless field of green, carrying the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers. The sky above was bright, the sun warm but not harsh. It was peaceful—too peaceful.

The Lion Beast, Nemean in it's normal form slowly opened his eyes.

"Where… is this?"

He pushed himself up, his paws sinking into the soft grass. Everything around him was so beautiful—a place untouched by war, without the scent of blood or death.

His golden eyes widened as a distant memory surfaced.

"This place… Master once showed me a drawing of it on a piece of paper."

His voice trembled as he took in the scenery.

Suddenly—warm arms wrapped around his neck.

"Nemean! Hehehe, you finally came!"

That voice—that familiar voice.

His breath hitched.

His heart pounded.

He turned sharply, and his eyes landed on the figure standing before him.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"M-Master!"

With a loud cry, Nemean leaped forward, nuzzling and licking the man's face without restraint. His large paws pressed against his master's chest, making him fall back onto the grass, laughing.

"Hahaha! Alright, alright! I get it!"

Nemean didn't care—he kept rubbing his face against him, his tail wagging wildly. His master, a man with elegant horns and strong wings, held him tightly, stroking his fur.

After a long while, when his emotions finally settled, Nemean sat down in front of him, still not taking his eyes off him.

"I thought… I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again! I missed you, Master!"

His master smiled at him, his golden eyes filled with warmth.

"I missed you too, Nemean. But… this body, do you remember? You've only ever seen me like this in my consciousness. My real body was sealed away for so long."

Nemean growled softly, resting his head against his master's lap.

"I don't care! I missed both your bodies! But… were you really trapped here all this time?"

His master's smile faded slightly.

"Yeah."

His hand ran through Nemean's fur, as if trying to reassure him.

"I'm sorry, Nemean. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that alone. I should have been there. You protected me, even after I was gone."

Nemean growled, shaking his head.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Master! We're together now! We can play again, like before!"

His master chuckled and climbed onto his back, just like he used to.

Nemean roared in joy, running across the vast field, feeling the wind rush past him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was free. His master laughed above him, spreading his wings as they raced toward the horizon.

"Thank you for everything, Nemean," his master whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for staying by my side."

Nemean growled proudly.

"I should be the one thanking you, Master! If not for you, I would have lost myself completely. I don't even remember how I ended up in that place… but you took care of me."

His master smiled.

Nemean's master stepped down from his back and sat gently on the soft grass. His golden eyes held a warmth that Nemean had always admired, but today… there was something different.

Sensing the shift, Nemean lowered himself beside him.

"Master… is something wrong?"

His master smiled and reached out, patting his large mane like he always did.

"All your life… you spent it protecting me."

Nemean blinked, confused by his words.

"It wasn't wasted, Master! I enjoyed every moment! Being by your side was all I ever wanted!" he said proudly, wagging his tail.

His master let out a small chuckle before speaking again.

"I have a wish, Nemean… Can you grant it for me?"

The lion beast grinned.

"Anything for you, Master! Just say it! Hehehe!"

But the words that followed made his heart stop.

"Please… be good to your new master. And this time… enjoy your life."

Nemean's ears twitched. He turned his head sharply, looking at his master in confusion.

"What are you talking about, Master?"

Then, he saw it—his master's body was starting to fade.

Panic surged through him. He jumped up, stepping closer, his heart pounding.

"Master?! What's happening?! Why are you disappearing?! Don't leave me again!"

His master smiled at him one last time, his form now almost entirely see-through.

"For me, Nemean… live without hatred. Enjoy the life you were meant to have. That's my only wish… I hope you'll grant it."

The wind picked up, scattering glowing golden fragments into the air as his master's voice faded.

"Goodbye, Nemean… I enjoyed every moment with you."

Then—he was gone.

Nemean stood frozen, his golden eyes staring at the empty space where his master had been.

"No… No, no, no!"

He roared, running through the field, searching everywhere, desperately trying to find him.

"MASTER!! WHERE ARE YOU?! COME BACK!!"

But no matter how much he ran, how much he called, how much he searched—there was nothing.

Then…

A sound echoed in his ears.

It grew louder.

Familiar voices.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"That's mine! Give it back, Silla!"

"You already ate one! This one is mine!"

"Tsk! That was earlier! It doesn't count!"

Huno and Silla were wrestling over a piece of meat, completely ignoring the recovering lion beast beside them.

Nemean blinked.

"…What the hell?"