Reborn As The Barbarian God

Chapter 91: Weeping Canyon...

He reinforced his consciousness, drawing on the vast ocean of power locked in his subconsciousness. The pressure eased immediately but didn’t stop.The entity was patient. It had been here for millennia, it could wait and now Galthor was right in its domain. Talk about Irony.

For a moment Galthor actually panicked, what if he fell through space time into another place entirely? What if he fell into places that’s not even the Abyssal land anymore?

Galthor fell for what felt like hours. Days. The twisted space-time of the canyon made it impossible to know for certain. At some point, he stopped trying to track the passage of time and simply existed in the endless descent.

Then, without warning, he stopped.

He expected to crash, but he just..... stopped. His momentum simply ceased, and he found himself standing on solid ground as if he’d stepped off a stair.hey were vaguely humanoid, but wrong. Their proportions shifted constantly, their faces blank voids where features should be. Dozens of them. Hundreds.

Galthor clenched his fists. "Then come and try."

The shadows surged forward.

Galthor killed the first shadow creature with a punch that shattered its form into wisps of darkness. The second fell to a spinning kick. The third and fourth he grabbed by their throats and crushed together. But for every one he destroyed, three more emerged from the stone.

They weren’t strong. Individually, they were weaker than the shadow stalkers he’d fought on the surface. But they were relentless, and each time he killed one, something happened that made him stumble.

Memories.

When the shadow creatures died, they released their contents. The grief they were made of. The final moments of whoever had died to create them.

A mother watching her children burn in dragonfire, unable to reach them.

A soldier holding his own entrails, trying to push them back inside.

A king standing on his balcony as his kingdom crumbled, knowing it was his fault.

Each death slammed into Galthor’s mind with the force of a physical blow. His mental defenses held, but not that much, it was as if the time space was also affecting his mind, creating more space between his consciousness and subconsciousness. The entity wasn’t trying to kill him with these creatures. It was trying to drown him in sorrow.

"Do you understand now?" The entity’s voice echoed through the realm. "Every being that has ever died within my canyon lives on inside me. Their pain is my sustenance. Their grief is my power."

Galthor grabbed a shadow creature and hurled it into a cluster of its fellows, scattering them. "And you’ve been alone with all that pain for how long? Thousands of years?"

Silence.

"That’s why you try to pull people in, not just for you food. You need them for company. Someone else to share your misery."

"You know nothing of my existence."

"I know loneliness." Galthor killed another creature, weathering the burst of grief that followed. A child dying of plague, calling for parents who would never come. "I spent my entire first life alone. Trapped in a bed. Unable to move. Unable to escape."

More creatures emerged. The entity was angry now, throwing everything it had at him.

"But I never let it break me," Galthor continued, his voice rising over the chaos of battle. "I never surrendered to despair. And I won’t start now."

He unleashed his divine aura.