Chapter 510 Murder

Chapter 510 Murder

WHOOM!

To Liam's surprise, Void didn't eat through and erase the White Matter straight away. Like Chaos, Corruption and darkness, it was sucked in by the wax-like substance and began mixing on itself.

WHOOM!

A moment later, an Abomination had formed. Liam took a deep breath as he watched.

What had formed almost looked regal.

It didn't have the disgustingness of his Blight, nor the viciousness of his Stingers, nor the rigidity and resilience of Sumo, nor the firepower of Hollow, nor the balance of Meathead. This... this was royalty. Its head was in the shape of a V, the ends of which ended with smooth curves.

It almost looked like an ornate crown! But it was more like a mask. It had no eyes, no mouth, no ears. Just a V shaped head. Its body was incredibly streamlined and sharp. It had two, scythe-like arms and lean feet. But the most eye-catching feature was that its skin was a translucent-black... but within it, Liam could see countless little stars and cosmos adorning its surface.

It reminded Liam of his Self Tribulation, when his clones freakishly rose into the air and the Opposition spoke to him.

It had two feet, but it floated above the ground.

But through Spirit Sight, Liam saw that it was nearing its life already.

It was dying.

Its lifespan had to be incredibly short if it was marked for death after just a few seconds of forming.

Unlike all the others, Liam didn't command this one to attack him.

After all, Void could seriously damage even him.

Thus, Liam commanded it to slash the air with both scythes.

"Here?"

"I don't mind."

"Uh... I don't know if I'm comfortable watching you eat."

"Are you disobeying a direct order?"

"No, Sire... uh... okay, I'll begin."

"Good, good," Liam said to Kerian, then took another bite of the Empress' dead corpse. Kerian coughed into her fist and averted her gaze, looking a little uncomfortable. Liam had ordered her to explain how she developed and cultivated her Path. He would ask Kamjin and the others, too.

But... well, it was a little awkward with the blatant cannibalism.

"Well... there's no real way to say this, Sire," Kerian said. "It sort of... developed on its own. Like a seed budding into a tree, then a forest. For me, at least." "Is it in the core?" Liam asked with an arched brow. "Well, no and yes," Kerian responded. "The Path can develop in the core, body and sea of consciousness. It's ingrained within your very being."

"Continue," Liam said, taking another bite and speaking with a mouthful of meat. "Can't be that simple, right?" "Well," Kerian said, taking her time to answer. "I never stopped doing what I was good at. I burned enemies with my flames and made them fear it. There were times where I felt like my Path was hindered by something, or my comprehension was lacking, so I took the time to understand what it was."

Kerian's tone grew solemn.

"Ever since I lost my husband in the wars, my Path grew... resentful. My flames became stronger, violent and wild. I couldn't even control it at times."

"An obstacle to your Path?" Liam asked. Kerian nodded. Then, Kerian gave the queen a side-glance. It wasn't as angry anymore. As though she had let off some of the trauma she had carried.

"It was only after she died that it wasn't as violent anymore, but I still had to come to terms with it." she said. "It still retained its power and wild qualities, though. I could just control it way better since I wasn't as hateful."

"I see," Liam said with slightly dark eyes. "Does a kill count make any difference in the progress of a Path?" Silence.

Kerian paused for a second, as though her answer was a heavy decision.

"Perhaps."