Chapter 1253 - Demons of the Flames (Part 1) (1/2)
The Kolgans' reckless fighting style originated from the near immortality that the Forbidden Sun bestowed upon them, yet now they discovered to be mortals again.
Blood, flesh, and organs splattered everywhere without putting themselves together like usual. The Kolgans had long forgotten what the fear of death was yet they promptly remembered it when their fallen comrades failed to arise again.
War cries turned into screams of terror as those closer to the scaled titan attempted to escape from his deadly touch. The silver pillar grew in size with Lith and reached the size of a small tower.
'Dammit, I'm not used to such a big body nor to have so many cores. I can barely tap into a fraction of this form's real power because of the partial destructive interference between the different energy signatures.
'I must keep my enemies scared since I can't ask them for a break to give me the time to master my new powers.' Lith thought as he drew in a deep breath.
The air enriched in world energy mixed with his 18 life forces and came out of his mouth as a jet stream of blue, violet, and white Origin Flames.
Each one of the Demons of Darkness that comprised his body contributed to the flames, but just like their mana, their life forces lacked harmony. That was the reason why despite the increased size only a part of the scorching wave was stronger than usual.
Wherever the different life forces clashed the fire would be bright blue, while the parts where they partially overlapped would turn violet. Only the small fraction that Lith had already managed to fully control came out of brilliant white.
War was now barely the size of a carving knife in Lith's huge hand, too small to affect the battlefield anymore. Yet the blade didn't remain idle and kept studying its master's new skill through their blood bond.
War could see the tendrils of Lith's Abomination side generating the Demons of the Darkness while the Spirit Magic gave them substance and used them as a buffer to keep the extra energy from being swallowed by the Abomination's bottomless pit.
Despite the appearances, Lith's body was actually comprised of several different beings that acted as his own flesh and blood thanks to the tendrils of Spirit Magic that connected them to Lith.
War observed the phenomenon like only an emotionless machine could until the blade managed to understand it. At Lith's following strike, War took for itself the energy the dead Kolgans released and combined the powers from its pseudo cores to imitate what Lith was doing.
Devour allowed War to convert foreign energy into its own, World Mirror to take control of the Demons of the Darkness, and Counterflow to alter their wavelength. Lith had no idea what the angry blade was doing, but he trusted its loyalty.
Their bond was nothing like that with Solus. War wasn't sentient and the only feeling it had inherited from Orion was an unquenchable thirst for destruction. Also, Lith knew that due to its unique imprint, War would die along with him.
It had been meant for one master and one purpose, not to be passed down. Their rage was their bond and it made War an extension of Lith's being the moment he unsheathed the blade from its bloody scabbard.
The Demons of Darkness wrapped themselves around War, making it grow in size until it matched the hand wielding it.
'What was that?' Lith asked as one swing of his blade now cut through dozens of enemies at the same time.
'Soul Weaver.' Two words were all War could reply.