The Primordial Record

General Augustus Tiberius had annihilated all four of his Incarnation, most Dominators ascended the First Great Circle, with just one Incarnation, he had four. He was a genius that would hardly walk this world in the next ten thousand years. 

Yet, he was dying at this moment. He did not feel anger at this death, it was the method by which he was dying that frustrated him. 

The end of Augustus Tiberius Incarnations brought about an endless rain of blood that swept through the entirety of Trion. 

Mountains quaked, and the earth wept blood.

An Incarnation of Tiberius, the God of War had perished, and the world would forever have lost a light. The darkness crept ever closer.

Yet, it was not enough. His enemies still lived, they tore their way through the chaos that Augustus unleashed, and together they began unleashing techniques of fire and darkness, and they drowned him with enough power to shatter multiple islands. 

  General Augustus Tiberius had three seconds left to live.

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The form of the Abomination Core, which resembled the head of a woman, appears to be asleep at the bottom of the lake. 

Her eyes opened slowly, as if she was waking from a long sleep, and then she smiled, and began rising from the depth of the lake. 

The head burst through the surface of the water, and slowly rose, its size caused a minor waterfall to be created below her, as the water drained from her hair, there was something truly disconcerting about a head floating without a body, for something like this belonged in the grave, not outside in the sunlight.

  When the head reached a thousand feet in the air, it stopped its rise. 

The fog around the head was now very thin, and it was clear that the actions of Rowan had decimated a massive portion of the Supervisors, for there was barely anything left. 

Her eyes peered around in satisfaction, and she brought out a long black tongue that she swirled around, as if she was tasting the air, her eyes turned to the rumbling battlefield ahead and elation colored her gaze. 

At the shore of the lake, a pair of Supervisors were yelling in obvious panic. Unlike the ones who grew under human flesh, these appear in their true form; they resemble humanoid cockroaches, but without the wings. 

They scuttled through the shore, their eyes on her as they screamed in a strange language and fiddled with a contraption on their four hands. 

The Abomination Core turned its eyes to look at them, and the air stirred around them, and they went still like a statue, slowly black lines appeared all over their bodies, and they fell in pieces. 

A man with white hair that reached his knees appeared in front of them, he had a mask made of black bones that resembled fingers that were clasped together, it was covering his nose and mouth, and tied around his waist was the rough skin of a man, it was possible to see the body hair and subcutaneous fat on the skin, as it appeared to have been freshly ripped out.

He was holding a single-edge curved blade made of black bones, the sword was at least six feet long, a closer look would show that he was not holding the blade, but it had grown from his arm. 

He slowly brought it to his face, and the bone mask snapped open from the middle, as if the bony fingers were unclasping their digits, and they rested on the side of his face, covering part of his ears and neck.

His face was revealed, and he resembled Regolf. Yet, his human appearance ended there, for he had two extra pairs of eyes, one pair on his cheekbone, and the second slightly below that, both of which were closed. 

He slowly drew his tongue across the flat of the blade, licking the yellow blood that stained it, as the massive blade retracted into his arm, he looked up at the floating head, and he vanished, he reappeared moments later on the head of the Abomination Core, where he watched the ongoing battle. 

"Yes… it's so very close now, child. Soon I shall be free!"

Rowan had destroyed more than half the Army of Abomination, before the Core shivered and closed her eyes. 

"Champion, find the weak link and rip it out! Mother can barely withstand the annoyances any longer."

The white haired man began flickering through the thick strands of her hair, and when he reached a closed eye, he would attempt to touch the spikes, but there appeared to be a force field around the spikes, and he could not reach it. 

After trying for a while and failing to touch the spike, he left and tried another one, the movement of the man was like a machine, every motion was precise, and he used the same amount of time to check each spike, this continued until his hand touched a spike without any force field. 

The Abomination Core screamed, "Pull it out, quickly."

The man with white hair grabbed the spike with both hands, and his hands began to slowly corrode, his skin and muscles fell off, but his bones were black like metal, and they held, but they too began to emit an acrid smoke as they slowly began to disintegrate. 

The man exerted force and began to pull, his upper body swelled, and slowly the spikes were pulled away from the eye. His arms collapsed, nevertheless, the task was done. 

The spike that had been brought out from the eyes, and the pulled out spike hovered in the air for a while, before it rusted and a passing breeze blew it away, and it scattered into metallic fillings. 

The corroded arms fell off the shoulder of the man, and another was regrown in its place. The process of regrowth must have hurt a great deal as he shuddered and let out faint groans, the two closed eyes on his face seemed like they wanted to open, but he forced them closed. 

Disregarding the discomfort of regrowing his arms, he continued searching for spikes and pulling them out, the process of regrowing his hand was still clearly just as painful as the first time, but he did not stop as the urging from the Abomination Core increased in volume. 

As he continued with his task, the effects on him got increasingly difficult as most of his body began to collapse, but his unwavering determination did not cease. He could now slowly access the spikes he could not touch before, and he continued pulling, it was possible that he might perish before he was done, but the Abomination Core wasn't particularly concerned about that. 

Below the head of the Abomination core, the empty stump where her neck was supposed to be, began to wiggle, and slowly a ball of flesh began to form, which burst open to show that her neck had regrown, the growth continued downward, as her shoulders were being slowly formed, bones, cartilage and sinews, veins and yellow blood appearing as if out of thin air. 

"Yes… Yes…  Yes!!!"

On the battlefield, where Rowan fought, a change had begun happening. 

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As a seemingly endless stream of soul power entered Rowan's body, he stopped to access the battlefield, sweeping his Energy and Spatial Sight along the entire field. 

It was a scene of pure devastation, the one - eyed Ouroboros serpent had finished killing every flying Abomination, and began to descend towards the carnage below, where its sibling was tearing everything apart, and occasionally letting out roars of excitement. 

The one eyed Ouroboros serpent gave a long sonorous roar, and began to descend head first, and like an unstoppable juggernaut, it began plowing the ground with its body from one end of the battlefield to the other, separating the battleground into two. 

The dust plumes from its movement shot towards the skies and covered the entire battleground, it shook itself and emerged clean from the dust, blood, and flesh that covered its body. 

It roared at the second Ouroboros serpent at the other end of the battleground, as if indicating that this side of the fight is mine, slapping its tail on the ground, it began to rise before turning to its half of the battleground.