The Last Primal

Noticing the sudden shift in stance with the spiritual presence, the lingering remnant soul of the old priest within the swirling orb of death, Aiden turned his attention back at it and smiled maliciously.

"[Reptilian] Oh, you noticed it just now… do you?" He asked as his face revealed a charming smile. It almost looked as if they weren't even enemies but long-lost friends that have reunited with each other after several years of absence.

"[Reptilian] You know, it always amuses me… This level of being carefree… arrogance and obstinate refusal of doing the duty you were assigned with… For what? That meager and worthless pride you built up during your years of service?" Aiden asked in a mocking tone, though without waiting for a response he continued.action

"[Reptilian] This… This 'pride' of yours, this delusion you have built up around yourself through those long years… The secular gifts you benefited from… What did it ultimately surmount to?"

He asked, and again without waiting for a second, Aiden continued his tangent whilst holding firmly onto the revolving sphere of energy with one hand.

"[Reptilian] Didn't you end up as nothing more than fuel for a pathetic, failed attack in the end? Reduced to nothing but this little pathetic display of power, trying wantonly to destroy those that dared step up against you?! Truly… Truly amusing."

Whilst the lingering presence of the priest was shaken to his core under the harsh words, the judgment of the hooded youthful figure, Aiden's eyes suddenly flickered with an intense golden glimmer. A majestic looking spark zapped across his fierce gaze as his face instantly shed the look of a nice-looking young man and he turned cold and serious all of a sudden.

"[Reptilian] You know, you do not need to be too regretful. Your life wasn't for nothing, you do have one small contribution to the greater good. In the end, you do have one use after all."

Aiden's words caused a terrifying premonition to dwell inside the priest. He could almost feel as the greedy claws of death were sneaking up on him.

Not wanting to go down without a fight, he decided to go all out at once. He activated his last wisps of essence that still tethered him to reality, feeding the orb and adding more energy to its 'cleansing' through the fusion of his last remnants of his own spirit.

With himself as the fuel once again, but this time with a much higher concentration, a new surge of energy rose inside the orb, finally showing signs of resistance to the unsurmountable clawed hand that blocked its path.

Its temperament instantly shifting, the sphere began to violently shake and twist in the air. It began to push against Aiden, attempting to break free from its forceful submission with a newfound resistance.

Yet, Aiden found this last struggle to be quite amusing. His lips curled into a wider sneer as he looked at the orb. He could feel the gradual fading of the lingering presence. When barely a couple of wisps were left and that it was about to vanish, then did he suddenly parted his lips, saying one single -but, at the same time incredibly terrifying- word.

"[Reptilian] ABSORB."

Like a heavenly judgment was cast upon the mortal world, in the next instant, the ground itself began to quake, as if shaking in terror under the heavenly sentence.

​ Aiden's eyes flashed with their bright golden luster as his Primal Core suddenly turned active, sending out copious amounts of [Soul Power] like invisible tendrils through the connecting palm and began to invade the resistant orb in the next moment.

A great yet unknown force suddenly emerged from seemingly nowhere, swiftly invading the very depths of the revolving energy. Before the last bits of the priest's lingering soul essence vanished, merging into the attack itself, he could just feel how his own ultimate attack completely left his control and was taken over in a blink of an eye.

A suction force rose from within the connecting clawed hand, hungry for energy it engorged on the vast energies.

The ball violently shook as the golden threads of the higher power rapidly wrestled for control and began its process of transforming the lesser [Mana] into a more compatible form.

Despite Mana being normally highly volatile and would require great care and effort for such conversion, Aiden's control was already incredibly high and masterful. Adding his still growing Divinity into the mix, dealing with such an attack and even benefitting from it wasn't that difficult.

With the last snap, the priest's soul finally faded, the orb itself soon followed, vanishing from sight as it was sucked into Aiden's body, allowing his unique physique to turn into action.

As the previously deathly attack vanished, the battlefield returned to an eerie and tense silence in the next moment. Whilst the two ladies looked like lovestruck maidens as they looked at their master with faintly similar expressions, the four elite warriors of the Temple Guards were left with complicated but mostly fearful expressions, and emotions.

They didn't dare to utter a single word or move even a fiber of their beings as they watched the back of the still relatively unknown stranger, the Young Master'. They didn't know what fate ultimately awaited them… they could only hope that their pleas would be listened to…

Aiden on the other hand was still under the effects of the newly surging energy fusing with his body. Luckily he was away from the group lest they would have seen his elated, almost delirious, addicted-looking expression whilst he focused most of his attention on fusing the energy into the [Draconic Skink] orb inside his Primal Core.

*Ding!* *Ding!* *Ding!* *Ding!*

A series of bell-like sounds signaled the end of the relatively quick and straightforward process, a slew of notifications arose each carrying a bountiful gift for their Master.

Yet before he could take a look and digest all the information, he had other, more pressing matters to deal with.

He sighed, calming his excited, rapidly thumping heart, and turned his attention towards the building in front of them.

The officers' barracks they have fought so hard for, were now finally standing before them free to claim.

Aiden smiled as he focused on his connection with his servants, waving his hand in a sideways motion. Golden threads of energy sparked in his ebony claws wake for a brief instant before vanishing.

He looked silently in a particular direction before the edges of his lips creased up into the shape of a satisfied-looking smile.

In the next instant, he turned around, and with a charming expression suddenly emerging on his face he turned to look at his two beautiful servants.

He didn't say a word but slowly raised his arms, opening it up in an inviting manner.

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