The Last Primal

All of a sudden the surrounding air turned tense once again. Countless trained warriors, Temple Guards flung themselves towards the gray robed stranger's direction, ready to unleash hell if needed just to save their leader.

Standing at the center of all the countless sharp, cold murderous auras Aiden's expression did not change, his charge did not falter. A golden flicker traversed through the white sclera in his eyes. His [Soul Power] frantically revolved in his body.

The proverbial mental shackles holding the brunt of his power were loosened once again, allowing a sliver of his true power to escape from its confines and reach towards the surface from the depth of his soul.

As if an ancient, primordial beast have awakened and unleashed a ferocious, mighty roar towards the very firmament of heavens, suddenly the whole area began to tremble.

The ground shook, rubble and small pebbles were thrown all around. A heavy invisible pressure pressed down on everyone standing atop the arena floors, forcing them to cease their violent advances and refocus themselves and stabilize their stances.

The many guards that were leering like madmen and were rushing to kill this enigmatic robed man have suddenly halted in their advance. They looked startled by the sudden uncomfortable sensation. Their calves, the muscles on their legs bulged as they planted their legs firmly onto the ground, and defied the suddenly descended divine retribution with all their might.

The crazed looks on their faces first transformed into shock and startled expressions before they eventually somewhat turned to a fake calm that hid their emerging wariness. They all gritted their teeth as they pushed their own strengths to their maximum potential to withstand this unknown pressure and fight their inborn shameful trait, their own submissive souls.

After unleashing a sliver of the true power of his dominant aura, carefully controlling it to not allow his own divinity to slip through and reveal his identity before it was needed, Aiden continued in his advance leaving behind the suddenly startled group in the next moment.

When he stretched out his right arm, his body almost looked as if it grew several inches all of a sudden. His arm was like a large javelin that crossed the meager distance and shot directly towards its fleshy target, ready to plunge deep and explore the unknown.

On the second floor, the white-robed man closed his eyes subconsciously.

Bright sparks sizzled at the tip of the scales when his dark, ebony clawed hand made contact with the Elite Captain's back. Two opposing energies fought a violent battle, dancing around each other looking who would give in first. Who would be the victor and who would have to turn back in defeat?

The white-robed man took a deep breath and looked down again.

"[Reptilian] It's over."

*CRACK!*

Suddenly, amidst the blinding lightshow, the familiar, yet just as horrific sound of bones being crunched to dust could be noticed. Mixed with the sounds of something being juiced and meat being plastered, the wailing cries of the desperate created a soul shaking effect for the gathered audience.

As the blinding light began to subside, it revealed the unmistakable silhouette of the captain, who had his body jerked in an unnatural way. A spear-like object attached to another firm body, -the gray robed mysterious stranger's hand no doubt-, was attached to the former, creating a new grotesque, amorphous shape.

Not willing to miss the advantage of the temporary bright shroud of light that they have created, Aiden's eyes flashed with bright golden shine once more as he uttered a single word, casting the final judgment on the poor wretched figure that dared to oppose him.

"ABSORB." His words rumbled in a deep tone, speaking a language that whilst it was not familiar to the struggling captain Korgoth, nevertheless he understood the underlying intent.

His body quivered as he struggled with all his rapidly fading might, trying to break free from the clutches of this unknown entity, this primordial ferocious beast, yet to no avail.

Before he could muster up any meaningful resistance, he suddenly felt a strange force coming from somewhere deep inside his chest. A mysterious whirlpool emerged from within his flesh, starting from the strange alien object, the offender's clawed hand that continued to churn and tear apart anything before its wake.

To his shock, Korgoth found that he could do nothing against this power, he couldn't even struggle as he felt his energy, blood… his own essence vanish seemingly into the void. He had no idea what was going on, what was happening with him. All he knew was that his fate was sealed and that there would be no hope for him anymore.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulged as his tongue stretched out, looking as if he was still trying his best to force some words out of his mouth. His face turned into a terrifying shade of purple. From the depths of his throat, he croaked one last time before eternal silence took over.

At the moment, the nearby guards, closest to the commotion were looking just as shocked as the rest of the onlookers. They were frozen on the spot, unable to muster up the strength to even take a single step forward or even try to escape.

Aiden's [Soul Power] flared up, suddenly the suctioning force behind his absorption have increased by several levels. The now-deceased elite captain's fresh carcass cracked as its body lost its solid shape and liquified and vanished in just a few blinks of an eye.

By the time the dust and the blinding glimmer completely cleared out, only the gray robed mysterious stranger remained standing. The proud and arrogant elite captain of the Temple Guards, the fearsome and bloodthirsty warmonger, Korgoth has vanished, he was nowhere to be found.

Not even a trace of his aura could be felt anymore…

At that moment, a shocking realization emerged in the minds of all that gathered. No matter if it was young or old, commoner or a servant of the Ancient One, or the church… They looked at the calmly smiling young man with a similar new, light.

At that moment, they understood. The fearsome bully, the tormentor of all those that stood against the church's oppression, one of the standing pillars of the Temple Guard's militaristic forces, Korgoth the Bloodthirsty has died.

What was even worse was that he died in such a gruesome manner. Not even a trace of his existence was left, it was as if he never even existed in the first place. Whilst not many could understand what was going on, they all clearly saw, how his silhouette took on a strange amorphic shape and merged, fused with the body of this strange figure.

It was this enigma, this mystery that scared everyone present to the core of their souls…

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