Chapter 389: Reborn (1/2)
The minuscule opening swallowed the gargantuan concentration of power and along with it, a willing passenger behind its path.
The flow of time restarted and the area of impact was once again restored to stillness.
Unbeknownst to all, that marked the advent of a tyrant.
To what end, only time can tell.
* * *
The passage may have taken eras, epochs or eons, it mattered not. For in the eternities that followed, the dao heart of one soul remained firm.
Time threatened to break the foundation of his cultivation until his body returned to nihility. But even that did not diminish the indomitable will forged in countless wars and tribulations.
After an indeterminable span of banishing, only a little spark was left of the man's soul.
”Hmmm. Interesting.” the man muttered in the silent void.
He had chosen this reality because it was left ownerless. But that would change with his advent.
What amused him merely was that he felt that the essence of the multitudes of realms in this facade of truth was many times greater than his dominion.
He had spent infinite years in searching for this specific detail and so it was also one of the reasons he had chosen to pick this film in creation.
But to be gifted with more than what he had asked for was indeed a pleasant surprise.
”I'll take my time devouring you.” the man whispered when he felt the constriction of reality, forcing him out of its domain.
It was repelling him as it must, for he was an outsider. One who was not meant to exist in this time and space.
”SO KE JA MA TE RA LA MA...” the man began to invoke his spell. The laws in existence here differed vastly from whence he came.
Thus, he could only count on his source to fulfill a speck of change in this new realm. His soul.
The realities may vary but the soul of a being remained immortal. This was the truth he got from innumerable exploring of the deep unknowns.
Five breaths passed and the faint light in the dark of the cosmos shone in brilliance for a moment. There were no loud detonations and the heavens has not shattered.
Only a silent passing greeted the day of birth of a conqueror.
* * *
”I'm sorry, my Lord! We did everything we could!” an aged woman knelt before an imposing man. He was tall and heroic.
And waves of power came off him in droves which was visibly displaying his current state of mind. That of pure rage and immeasurable anguish.
”MY FIRSTBORN SHALL NOT DIE!”
”BANG!” the skies trembled and the ground shook at the unchecked emotions of the Lord. His bellow alone changed the very scene in the area he stood upon.
”Do not impulse, Orion.” a melodic voice soothed the man.