The Primordial Record

The impact of the Angel's fall was devastating, as his body plowed his way through the ground, whether accidentally or in design, his path was towards the Teleportation Portal, and like an unstoppable juggernaut, he tore through the city killing tens of thousands before reaching the edge of the portal.

For the people he killed with his descent, Nezrakim had no guilty conscience, far from it, be believed all lives belonged to the Creator, and most of them that lived were not doing their best to perform proper service, and their death was a far worthy offering to the lord, for through him, he felt their soul and essence reach the Creator, and even if it was a small fraction of the enormity of the Creator's presence, it was enough.

It took a while to reconfigure himself from the shattered pieces of flesh he became after the impact. It would have taken longer, but a stream of cold energy vast beyond reasoning entered his body and he began healing faster, and Nezrakim wept because of the Creator's mercy.

He stood with the storage ring he needed, the wily governor had hidden it inside his chest. That vast amount of cold energy that had healed him left his body and transformed into the shape of Eva, and it was all Nezrakim could do not to press his face deeper into the ground as he presented the Spatial Ring to her, and in a short while he had the key to the portal.

Bowing towards the figure vanishing in a burst of light, and holding the Spatial Rune key in his hand, he moves towards the teleportation portal after possessing a mortal, a while later it vibrates as he goes through it, before failing, plunging that part of the city that was always aflame with light from the portal into darkness.

Nezrakim was in Trion, and the second part of his battle was beginning.

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Nathis, personal handmaiden of Fury Akranothotez Kuranes, and a Third Order Arachnid Matriarch, finally decided to reach her lord after holding back on all the developments of the outside world for the past week.

Although she abhorred the thought of distracting him from his advancement, she knew she had delayed for long enough already, and if he knew she was the one who kept him from his price… Well, there was a reason he was called Fury.

She slowly climbed the only mountain in Aroth, the capital of the Empire. It was a nameless mountain with its history shrouded in fog, but it was known as one of the most important locations in the Empire because on top of this mountain was the greatest source of Aura Field— A crucial ingredient needed to cross into the third circle.

The mountain was fifty thousand miles tall, and its true height could not be perceived until one steps foot on it, from outside it was barely bigger than a thousand feet hill, that sat beside the Royal Palace of the Bramian Court. Nathis was only able to pass through the endless security surrounding the mountain because of her station and the person she served.

To reach the top of this monumental mountain, it was a matter of intent not effort, and the few steps she took carried her thousands of miles upwards. The mountain was its own biggest source of defense, for anyone who does not know its central location would be left wandering the mountain until their bones were left to dry in the sun because the mountain would leech the vitality of the lost until nothing was left.

She knew the location of the Aura Field, and she kept that image in mind as she walked on the mountain, and the terrain behind her shifted with each step until she was so high up that she began to see an entire section of Trion, and from this height it was breathtaking.

She could not put her fingers on it, but this planet was special, and she had walked on other Major World, but something about Trion still left her breathless. Perhaps it was because of certain exceptional individuals that it gave birth to. Someone as Enigmatic as the God King who was able to create a powerful Pathway of Power was exceptional in the universe, as some major powers in Supreme Worlds were not even capable of such feats!

When she reached the top of the mountain, she stopped and admired the view. Colorful mist like rainbows covered the mountain top that was as flat as a board. Whatever Aura here was so vast it was visible and it formed rivers.

The top of the mountain was as large as a minor world stretching well over twenty thousand miles, and as it was totally flat, it presented a beautiful view that beggared the imagination.

The stunning view and impossible amount of Aura would have stunned every other Dominators, battles would be fought for a small sip of this Aura, yet there were oceans worth of Aura sitting here, but for an Arachnid Matriarch like Nathis, this stuff was quite useless for her.

Her sight zoomed across to the only figure seated at the exact center of the mountain, he was covered by nine colored flames that took various shapes, and with each step she took she got closer to him this time with her own power, yet as Nathis got closer to him, she had to slow down because the heat emanating from his body was like that of the sun.

She saw the flame shaped animals that should already be Completed Spirit Creatures judging by the light of intelligence in their eyes stared at her with ferocity, each of them were in the third circle!

Fury's eyes snapped open and with a nonchalant wave of his hand, he dismissed the creatures before him.

No! Not dismissed, she saw with a wave of that hand, he molded and weaved all those Spirits and with them he crafted his clothes, and he somehow kept the Spirit Beings alive as he weaved their essence together, an act that Nathis felt should only be possibly accomplished by a god, and when he was done making his clothes of living Spirit he shone brighter than a star.