The Primordial Record

Abomination lacked the capacity to feel fear or hesitation, they had no capacity for emotion, and perhaps the only thing they could really feel was a permanent hunger. 

They charged at the Ouroboros serpent, yet it did not particularly care for their valor or stupidity, they were all a source of energy to it. Opening it maws wide, with needle sharp teeth resembling swords, it charged over. 

The two - eyed Ouroboros serpent carrying Rowan also began to descend, Rowan stopped making more phantasmal Axes, for he noticed that this technique was surprisingly not intrinsic to the Axe, but it was due to the green exterior of the weapon. 

His vitality had burned through more than eighty percent of the green pigment on the Axe, and Rowan knew he would lose this technique as long as he made a few more moves with the Axe. 

He thought it would be a shame, an area of attack skill that was powered by his vitality, was the perfect match for him, and losing it would not be too debilitating, but it would still sting. 

The saving grace was that he would finally learn the true nature of this weapon, as it seemed the true nature of this Axe had been buried underneath and his vitality had stripped away the seals bounding it. 

A few hundred feet before they reached the ground, all three of the Ouroboros Serpents became tense, and Rowan sensed a tremor that could only be felt by his Spirit, and looked towards the lake. The three Ouroboros serpents also turned towards the lake. 

The last of the fog was suddenly stripped away from the air, and from his vantage point he could see all around him for miles, his sight, however, was focused on the lake, where he saw the smiling face of a woman with goat eyes, who only had a head. Scratch that, she now had a neck and a body was growing beneath her. 

The situation in the battlefield began to change, as within the torso of every Abomination including the dead ones, a red flame began to burn. 

The Abomination began to howl, as they began to liquefy into a thick yellow paste that vibrated with a red glow burning inside the thick fluid. 

In a short while, the entire ground was covered with a thick yellow paste that glowed with a dull red light, as the last screaming Giant melted, the entire battlefield resembles a small lake of bloody flesh, an eerie silence descended over the field where a short while back, absolute pandemonium held sway

Well, that certainly took a new turn, and although Rowan had been expecting something. He did not think the impact of his actions would be so radical. 

When he understood that the fog that appeared was a method used by the Supervisors to control the Abomination Core, he saw no issue destroying the Supervisors along with the Abominations. 

Although that was not the path he would first choose, they had attacked him, and he would never discard this massive source of Soul Points, seeing as he had lost access to the portal to that world, which, looking back now, might have been a good thing, since he would not willingly stay inside the Nexus, and he was unwilling to leave anything behind that may aid his father. 

He battled the Abominations, while knowing that he may end up freeing their control, it was an added source of chaos that may aid his escape, and throw a wrench in whatever unholy plans they were cooking up. 

Also, he figured since they were both prisoners here, then the enemy of my enemy was an ally. 

The fog had retreated, for it would seem that in the previous carnage he had ended up butchering most of the Supervisors. Well, good riddance to bad rubbish. The method by which they had dwelled inside the priest, and used his body as a sort of puppet, still caused him a great deal of anxiety. 

Yet, it would have appeared that control was only a part of the usage of the fog, it also served as a seal. 

Rowan could see with his Energy sight that the power within the liquified Abominations was constantly rising, and countless processes were happening inside the fluid that were changing it into something else. 

Looking at the figure hovering over the lake, the body of the Abomination Core had regrown until it reached her waist, where it stopped. Her torso was ridiculously feminine, and her skin was blue with dozens of pale yellow stripes running down her frame. 

From this distance, he could see a man-sized figure shimmering through her hair and pulling a sort of spike out of the numerous eyes dotting her hair, that figure began to fall, and she delicately caught it, she placed the figure inside her cleavage and her eyes turned to Rowan, and she locked eyes with him. 

Previously, he did not care so much about the Abomination when he was butchering them, for although they were dangerous foes, at his current power level, they were nothing but fodder before him. 

But it appears to be that he might have underestimated the threat of this creature by a large margin, the power he felt from the Abomination Core was extremely powerful, not as much as the giants in the Red Moon World, but it was the next most powerful thing he had ever felt.

Rowan was concerned, but ultimately, she was not his primary concern, if she decided to fight him, he would oblige her, but first he needed to escape the Nexus. He peered at the Primordial Record and saw that he had gathered well over eleven thousand soul points. 

With this, he was assured to push his abilities to the next level, and if this Abomination Core turned its sights towards him in strife, the level of power she would be expecting from him would be vastly different from before. 

He summoned his other two Ouroboros Serpent to his side, and they began circling him. He would not be idle and wait for her next move, it was better to power up first. 

Suddenly, the Abomination Core above the lake uttered a piercing scream, and Rowan nearly bent in pain, for the sound was like nails piercing through his skull. His Ouroboros Serpents also shook in pain, as they let out roars of their own. And as suddenly as the Scream began, it also ended. 

Rowan then senses a vibration below him, as the liquified Abomination began to gather, as if drawn by an invisible large magnet, and in a short while they formed a large quivering mass of flesh that was slowly beginning to take shape into a single massive creature. 

Rowan stared in astonishment as the mass solidified into a single humanlike figure that was gray like a rock and stood over four hundred feet tall. It had four faces on a single head and those faces were pointed in four directions, north, south, east and west. 

The face in front was of an old man, by the side was a bird, the other side was a wolf and at the back was a young man. 

It also had three arms, two on the left and one on the right, on the two left hand it held a bone lamp, one hand was supporting the handle of the lamp, while the other held the base of the lamp. 

The red glow that had been shining inside the massive figure gathered into the bone lamp and a red flame began to burn within it, it also gathered over the body of the figure, turning into a sort of robe that resembled a Kasaya worn by monks in his previous life. 

The eyes on all four of its faces were closed, and the air trembled as it slowly began to rise off the ground, and it stood level with Rowan in the air. 

The arms in front of the creature came to the front and, like a monk, the right palm went flat against the side of the lamp as if it were in prayer. 

Rowan stared in amazement. What the hell was he witnessing?