Before anything else, there was darkness. Not absence — ground. The thing that gods and demons and humans alike have been standing on since before any of them had names for what held them.
The Abyss Codex I weaves nine mythological traditions — Hindu, Chinese, Japanese, Egyptian, Norse, Greek, Roman, Mesopotamian, and Celtic — into a single, continuous voice that quotes nothing but itself. Across thirty-nine chapters, gods trade boundlessness for names, demons refuse to kneel, humans become the most dangerous and most free beings in any cosmos, and a presence beneath all of it is felt, never named — because naming it would make it something smaller than what it actually is.
This is not a retelling of myths. It is what the myths were always pointing at, stripped of their borders, returned to the one source every tradition drew from without admitting it.
The first volume in the Abyss trilogy. No good, no evil. Everything simply is.
