The Last Primal

"[Reptilian] Still, it's far from being enough… Let me show you how this should be done!"

Before Zokor could even have a chance to process his words, Aiden's right open palm was suddenly jolted forward, hitting the large Saurus at the center of his chest. 

A shocking, terrifying amount of energy was released in a ring of translucent smoke upon impact, the large pulping muscles on his chest caved in whilst also ringing with violent tremors upon the brutal impact. 

The large bipedal muscle head creature was sent flying backward for hundreds of feet in the air, tumbling for a dozen more on the ground. Eventually, his flight was stopped when his head cracked a large stone slab, releasing spiderweb cracks at its side originating from the impact.

The entire battlefield was dead silent following their exchange of 'slaps'. People were first shocked seeing another showcase of the mysterious power coming from that seemingly frail-looking body of the ex-archbishop. Nobody even dared to breathe too loudly, lest they would anger this terrifying monster!

Whilst almost everyone was shocked and even scared to death from this outrageous display of strength, there were two that had an honest, elated smile stretching their facial muscles. For one it was the enigmatic Captain Pyre, the leader of the support group. 

Whilst most couldn't even follow the movement and merely the faint afterimages left behind by their leader's causal strike, she could clearly see everything. Captain Pyre could even sense the strange energy fluctuations, as the archbishop's hand traversed that gentle arc, following the invisible thread when all of that energy was abruptly unleashed with his connecting palm.

The other one that didn't show a trace of fear, nor any surprise on her expression was of course the little Tolliah. She looked at her beloved Papa proudly, as if everything that have happened wasn't anything special but it was the most normal obvious thing. Her expression, her puffed-out chest was a clear message. 'My papa is strong, I have told you so!'

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In the midst of the heavy cloud of thick dust that his tumbling have kicked off, a loud, deep growling could be heard. Zokor slowly pushed himself away from all the rubble he was now piled under, looking as if it was a hastily erected mural site. With great effort he pushed himself up into a sitting position, feeling an almost unbearable amount of pain coming from the center of his torso.

His breathing was ragged, each inhale resulting in a burning sensation spreading from his central region. Whilst first he found it strange, a moment later a shocking, scary, fearful thought emerged in his mind, he immediately fixed his posture, straightening his back he immediately ignored everything happening around him. Ignoring the numbing, burning pain, Zokor closed his eyes and cleared his mind as best as he could, turning his attention, his full focus to himself.

A couple of moments later, his whole body trembled, shuddered once again, his eyes snapped wide open. His previous, arrogant, and contemptuous demeanor changed. As the dust gradually settled, he was looking in the direction where that seemingly frail, fragile, and scrawny old man, the ex-archbishop stood. 

This time, however, his expression was vastly different than even just a few minutes ago. From the previous disdain, and a great deal of contempt, now his was contorted into a horrified, frightful expression. From the quivering of his gaze, it felt as if he was looking at not just a simple spiritual skink leader of his people, but instead something else, something different. 

A demon in hiding, an entity far beyond their comprehension! When the old man's golden glowing gaze slowly scanned the horizon, eventually landing upon Zokor and their eyes met, Zokor shivered in fright once again, hurriedly reaching for the caved part and broken ribs on his chest. 

Despite his reputation as a fearless, cannibalistic monster, he wasn't anything like that. Yes, he did do horrific, unforgivable crimes against his kin, and actively worked to retain and even further 'feed' the tales and myths surrounding his figure, in truth, it was all just an act.

Still, Zokor was truly a frightful, fearsome monster, he could act as haughty, as arrogant as he wanted with almost everyone but the High Priest. 

Before coming here, it was he, who Zokor could not contend with, yet still, he never felt as hopeless, as pathetic as he did now. 

Just a casual, looking attack, a single strike sent him flying hundreds of feet! Upon facing such a terrifying foe, such a monstrous entity, he felt that even the High Priest would be no match! Much less himself!

He gulped, swallowing a large globule of saliva, not daring to stare at his foe any longer, he averted his gaze, finding more solace in the ground around him instead. 

Slowly, with a great deal of effort, he pushed himself off from the ground and turned to face the archbishop again. Trying his best to swallow and push down all the fear he felt, and not tremble before all the warriors that were watching his actions from around, he slowly buckled and knelt down on the ground. 

Though he knew that his shameful display would tarnish his reputation by a great deal after this, Zokor did not care for it at the moment. In the face of death, nothing was too outrageous, you would do whatever you could to survive.

Ignoring the shocked gazes of the skinks around him, Zokor knelt down, and bowed his head, forgoing his willingness to continue the fight and instead bowed down, and prostrated in surrender!

…

Seeing his opponents display, Aiden couldn't help smirking. The large, arrogant, and proud lizard, the 'evolved' monster that many feared, and he himself has probably thought to be close to a demigod, the elevated state was now prostrating on the ground, not daring to show any signs of hostility to him!

Spreading his arms wide, a surge of power erupted from Aiden's body. He unlocked the shackles restricting his full strength, allowing his massive, heavy aura to be unleashed upon the entire battlefield pushing skinks, no matter if they were a friend or foe, down on the ground. 

Everyone with the exception of a cheery little girl standing at the back, including Captain Pyre herself was forced to kneel, buckle down under the heavy invisible pressure weighing down on them.

Everyone, except the cheery little Tolliah, felt this tremendous, ancient power as it loomed heavily over them. Like a sword, they could feel its might pressing on them, judging the worth of their lives!

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