Banished to the Abyss After Defying the Author-Chapter 15: A Fragment That Bleeds

The higher layers were still wounded.

Noah could see it without looking—fractured dimensions knitting themselves back together like torn skin forced to heal too fast. Whole bands of realities shimmered, rejecting alignment, folding wrong.

"...Tch."

He exhaled, hands in his coat pockets as he walked.

"Nostradus rejected too many infinities at once," he muttered. "They’re still screaming."

The kingdom rose ahead—clean streets, polished stone, people laughing beneath a sky that pretended nothing was wrong.

A lie.

Every world was lying.

He felt her.

Vanessa.

Noah stepped once—and appeared behind her.

She turned.

Her breath caught.

"H—how did you—?"

"You’re carrying something that doesn’t belong to you," Noah said calmly. Too calmly. "A fragment of someone I intend to restore."

Her eyes widened. "I—I don’t understand—"

"You don’t need to," he interrupted. "Give me your life."

Cold. Flat. Final.

She screamed.

Vanessa ran.

She didn’t make it far.

She collided with a man dressed in layered silk, gold rings biting into fat fingers. He staggered, looked down at her like she was filth that had dared to touch him.

"You disgusting thing," he snarled.

His hand came down.

Once.

Twice.

Vanessa fell.

Noah didn’t move.

The crowd didn’t either.

No one stopped him.

Vanessa tried to rise. Failed. Blood spilled from her mouth as she begged—hands shaking, eyes wild.

Noah felt it then.

A tightness.

His fingers twitched.

Why...

The man kicked her again.

Something inside Noah fractured.

His breath hitched—just slightly.

"...Why," Noah whispered, staring at his own trembling hand, "is my body reacting?"

She wasn’t Victoria.

She was irrelevant.

A vessel.

So why does this hurt?

Vanessa coughed blood, eyes searching the crowd for mercy that did not exist.

Noah closed his eyes.

"...Annoying."

The Sable Edge formed in his hand—not summoned, but remembered.

"I overestimated you," he murmured to the blade. "Useless to me... but sufficient for her."

He threw it.

The blade struck the ground before Vanessa.

She reached for it on instinct.

The moment her fingers touched the hilt—

She vanished.

No scream.

No death.

Just absence.

The blade clattered onto stone.

Silence swallowed the street.

Noah retrieved the sword and turned away, already walking.

"Destiny erased," he thought coolly. "Thrown into the Real Sky. No reincarnation. No decay."

A pause.

"...And no more pain."

He didn’t look back.

Outside the kingdom, grasslands stretched endlessly.

Noah slowed.

Where now?

Titaine?

Back to Nostradus to ask where is the other fragments of victoria?

A laugh answered him instead.

"Hey, rich guy—hand it over."

Knives.

Cheap threats.

Noah didn’t even glance at them.

His eyes flared blue.

The men ceased to exist.

Dust settled where arrogance had been.

"...I really have been hiding myself too well," he sighed.

He adjusted his form—hair lengthening, silver bleeding into white, coat darkening into something sharper, colder.

"Better," he said softly. "Titaine appreciates appearances."

Then—

Reality screamed.

Mortatis appeared mid-step, dragging a drunk mortal by the throat.

"I’ll erase the Abyssal World," Mortatis snarled, half-mad. "Nostradus betrayed me—"

His eyes locked onto Noah.

Shock flickered.

Noah moved.

The Black Sword tore free.

The strike never landed.

Mortatis glitched—space tearing him away.

He laughed from afar. "Too close. Still—this will do."

He threw the human.

Straight through reality.

Noah’s heart dropped.

He vanished.

The Abyssal World convulsed.

Nostradus appeared beside him instantly. "Noah—?"

The human hit the boundary.

Mortatis whispered a command.

The human enter in the abyssal world and suddenly Abyssal world cracked and the dimensions shattered like the pieces of glass.

The world collapsed.

Not destroyed—unwritten.

Everything fell into the End of Space-Time.

Noah stared at the void.

"...That idiot," he breathed.

Zelforna arrived, eyes wide.

Nostradus clenched his jaw. "I warned you. This world should have been freed from the Book of Worlds long ago just like you did with Hell, Heaven and other Outer realms."

Noah said nothing.

He raised his hand.

Power flowed into Nostradus.

Nostradus eyes twitch "Reject." as he said suddenly the World along with its dimensions stacked together.

The void snapped back.

The Abyssal World reassembled—scarred, but alive.

Noah exhaled slowly.

"...Now it’s stable."

He turned to Zelforna. "Altantriasa?"

"She’s awake," Zelforna said softly. "But shaken. Please,be gentle."

Noah nodded once.

"I’ll return to Sofail," he said. "Then I’ll request entry properly."

Space folded.

As he walked beneath Sofail’s false sky once more, Noah’s thoughts finally caught up with him.

Lower worlds are fiction to the higher.

Higher beings destroy simply by existing.

"...That law was necessary," he muttered. "Even if it makes me the villain."

He stopped.

Thought of Vanessa. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Of Victoria.

"...I won’t lose her fragments," he said quietly.

Noah stepped into the temple—

—and reality folded.

The world shifted without resistance, stone and incense dissolving into light as he was pulled into her realm.

Altantriasa sat alone.

No throne of worship. No radiance of celebration.Just a simple chair in an endless, pale space.

She didn’t look at him.

Noah walked forward slowly, footsteps echoing too loudly in the quiet.

"Oh," she said at last, voice thin, unsteady. "The King of Kings finally came."

Noah stopped a few steps away.

"Altantriasa," he began.

"I know," she interrupted softly. "You’re here for permission. The higher world."A pause. "Titaine."

Her hands tightened on the arms of the chair.

"You can go," she said. "I won’t stop you."

She still didn’t look at him.

Noah stood there.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

"I wish," he finally said, quietly, "that you could smile again. Like before."

Her shoulders trembled.

A tear slipped down her cheek, then another—silent, restrained, as if even grief embarrassed her now.

Noah didn’t move closer.

Didn’t reach out.

He only nodded once.

When he turned away, the realm didn’t resist him.

Back in the temple, stone returned. Candles flickered. Worship resumed as if nothing had happened.

Noah stepped outside.

"Maybe," he murmured to himself, staring at the sky, "when everything is fixed... I’ll apologize properly."

The words felt heavy. Unfamiliar.

Vanessa surfaced in his thoughts—sealed in the Real Sky, destiny severed, neither living nor dying.

She won’t decay, he reasoned.Death can’t reach what no longer has a path.

He closed his eyes.

Then stepped forward.

The narrative barrier parted like mist before him—no resistance, no warning.

Noah crossed.

The world changed.

Flowers stretched endlessly beneath a flawless sky, colors too vivid to belong to lower realms. Grass rippled like silk beneath the wind. Unicorns grazed peacefully in the distance, their presence bending the land toward harmony.

Noah opened his eyes fully.

"...Titaine," he said.

A paradise.

Comparable even to Heaven’s ideal.

And somewhere within it—

another fragment of Victoria’s soul was waiting.