Chapter 181 - Yaksha Tivra, The Timeless Primal Of Madness (2/2)

”Yes! Yes! Do more! Give me a more detailed presentation of yourself! Ouroboros!” The man with long melting silver hair shouted to himself upon the giant orb. He then rapidly slammed the end of the staff onto the platform like an excited child. ”I like this! I like this!”

'This man turns out to be a freak,' Cyanotype thought to herself. 'I wonder how long he can scream when his throat is hung by his own intestine…'

Unknown to the Occult Beast, there was a staff end being protruded onto the shadow she was, almost stabbing by the throat if not for Cyanotype dodging at the last second.

”I can smell you.” A tall woman hidden underneath a melting cloak appeared out of nowhere, hunting the intruder without opening her eyes. ”A smelly rat has entered the room, it wouldn't be long until it shows itself.”

The witch attempted another stab onto the shadow. Irritated, Cyanotype exited her darkness form and lunged her tendrils onto the woman at her chest.

On the outside, it seemed like the woman got impaled by the air. Because Cyanotype hadn't revealed her own existence, it felt like the witch had done stupid things to herself as the man ignored it.

”Tch! How dare you!”

Cyanotype then spread her own tendrils, mutilating the tall women from the inside. The Occult Beast then grabbed at the unrelenting witch's soul, before tearing and ripping it apart like a piece of paper.

'Tarara~ that experiment on soul structure did allow me to handle things like this more easily.'

Most of the witch's remains were flung in every direction. Some of them landed on the silver-haired man's face, only by then that the men finally averted his gaze from his precious orb.

”Dogma! I didn't create you to be attention seeking like a spoiled dog upon her owner!” The man then noticed that his servant's soul was nowhere near him. ”I see that you've been killed.”

He then retracted his gaze back at the orb as if nothing happened.

Cyanotype showed a face full of disgust. '... I didn't know that someone could be so nonchalant seeing their servant being utterly destroyed from existence.'

Irked by the ignorant nature of the man in front of her, Cyanotype decided to finally show her existence.

The room became dark. Choir of the unknown seeped at every direction that a perception could grasp. Only the object, flesh, and soul of a living being could be perceived in this room eternal deprivation.

Right before Cyanotype conjured an impaling tendrils at every direction to her target, a magic projectile blasted her back onto the wall, binding her as the room went back to normal.

”I see that you've arrived! Ouroboros!” The man turned in the Occult Beast's direction. ”What beautiful timing you've come to!”

'Ah, it seems like he misunderstood me for Meshia. It's still weird that the Mark of Madness didn't affect him the slightest.'

Cyanotype then amplified her perception, spectating that her Mark of Madness had grown out of control.

”I see it now.” The Occult Beast laughed. ”You're already mad!”

”It's been awhile since I met my older brother within my vision.” The man shed a tear as he gripped his beholder staff tightly. ”The joy can never be destructive! Brother! Or should I say, the Almighty Ouroboros of the Perpetual Cycle of Life and Death!”

”You're definitely mad.” Cyanotype then began to work on the binding spell that restricted her entire existence. It had some weakness there and there but Cyanotype still wanted to know more information. ”So you're my little brother, correct?”

”Yes! I am!” A surge of liquid was spewed from the retina of his staff, those liquid became multiple witches that Cyanotype had encountered. ”My name is Yaksha Tivra! The eighteenth children of the zero generation, Main-Fabled Experimentation!”

”I never heard of you, but—” Cyanotype sneered, trying to mess with the person in front of her as she broke the bind. ”Before the celebration of our reunion, I want to see how strong you truly are~”

”Sure! Sure!” Yakhsa Tivra summoned more servants at his side. ”Truly! Our primal instinct to clash with one another is as beautiful as it could be! Let the blood bath begin!”