Chapter 386: Impending Doom

Chapter 386: Impending Doom



The moonlit riverbank trembled, an eerie silence descending upon the battlefield. Northern's azure eyes widened as he witnessed the grotesque transformation unfold before

him.

The Devastator's massive body, once a writhing mass of tentacles and pulsating flesh, began to contort and reshape itself.

Bones cracked and shifted beneath the creature's skin, producing sickening pops and grinding sounds that echoed through the night.

Its form elongated, stretching and twisting like putty in the hands of an unseen sculptor.

The tentacles retracted, melding into the main body as new appendages burst forth.

Four legs, each as thick as ancient tree trunks, erupted from the creature's sides. They were covered in overlapping plates of chitin, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the pale moonlight. Razor-sharp claws, easily the length of a man's arm, gouged deep furrows into the sand as they took form.

The Devastator's head morphed, its features elongating into a reptilian snout filled with rows of serrated teeth.

A crown of bony spikes sprouted from its skull, forming a natural armor that extended down its spine.

Eyes, once bloodshot and unfocused, now glowed with an otherworldly intelligence and unquenchable hatred.

As the transformation neared completion, the creature's hide rippled and hardened.

What was once soft, gelatinous flesh now became an impenetrable carapace, adorned with jagged protrusions and barbs.

The black ichor that had oozed from its wounds moments ago crystallized, forming a second layer of organic armor.

Northern gripped Grengar tighter, his knuckles white beneath his gauntlets.

The twin-bladed staff hummed with an anticipatory energy, as if sensing the impending battle.

Mr. Fluffy whimpered softly behind him, the beast's instincts screaming danger.

The metamorphosis reached its climax with a deafening roar that shook the very air around them.

The creature that now stood before Northern was a nightmarish fusion of the Devastator and the Kirithon, a prominent viciousness born of battle and vengeance.

Its massive head swiveled towards Northern, nostrils flaring as it caught his scent.

Recognition flashed in its eyes, followed by a tsunami of rage.

The creature's muscles bunched and coiled, preparing to launch itself at its long-awaited prey.

Northern didn't wait for the monster to make the first move.

He dashed forward, Grengar a blur of motion as he aimed for the creature's front leg. The blade connected with a resounding clang, sparks flying, but barely scratched the surface of the armored limb.

Without missing a beat, Northern summoned his clone.

The doppelganger materialized in a swirl of dark energy, immediately engaging the monster's attention.

It darted to the creature's flank, its blade ringing against the armored hide.

The distraction gave Northern a moment to catch his breath and reassess his strategy.

The least Northern worried about was getting killed by this thing, death did not even cross his mind.

He just needed to put this monster away and put it away very fast at that.

The monster let out another ear-splitting roar, this time accompanied by a burst of noxious gas from its maw.

The greenish cloud billowed towards Northern, who instinctively held his breath and leaped backward. Where the gas touched the ground, the sand sizzled and smoked.

Northern's clone wasn't so lucky.

Caught in the toxic cloud, its form wavered and dissipated, unable to maintain cohesion in the corrosive atmosphere.

Seizing the opportunity, the creature charged.

Its massive form moved with a speed that belied its size, closing the distance between them in heartbeats.

Northern's eyes darted around, searching for an escape route, but he knew he couldn't outrun this monstrosity.

[You have gained 20 talent fragments]

[Congratulations, you have slain a Disastrous Destroyer]

[You have gained 6 talent fragments]

Northern stood up and sighed.

'That was comparatively easy to the last time'

Half of the Kirithon's power had been lost from their last fight and not only did Northern have

a much better and effective weapon, he had grown tons stronger since then.

And now that his old enemy had been taken out of the way, he wanted to focus on getting to

Hao as soon as possible.

He went back to meet Mr. Fluffy, that was when he saw a pillar of fire afar, but from his vantage point, it was like a radiating little light.

Which caused him to instantly zoom in with Chaos Eyes. That was how he was able to see it wasn't just a light but a powerful source of heat.

The moment Northern tried to get a closer look, he was also alerted of a great danger in that

direction.

And not only did danger sense react to something, his senses were hyperactively picking up that something was wrong.

This caused Northern to pick up his pace, flying on Mr. Fluffy in a minor swing of his body.

The beast growled heavily, his eyes radiating with a soft blue light of determination that seemed to mirror the urgency in Northern's eyes.

In a burst, it lunged forward, battering its four feet against the ground and once he got to the

edge of the river, Mr. Fluffy made a powerful leap.

His body scaled into the sky, furs gently being caressed by the cold hands of the wind.

Northern didn't think they were going to make it.

But before he could recount anything, the beast landed on the cliff above the river.

His eyes widened and he looked, 'how?'

Mr. Fluffy, however, did not care to relish the look of surprise on Northern's face and just

dashed forward.

A couple of minutes after Northern had left, the space above the water began to ripple. Causing a causative effect to the surface of the water itself.

The surface began to turn, slowly and soon became an enormous whirlpool, that left the entire atmosphere of that place with the smell of impending destruction.

The space above the center of the whirlpool suddenly broke.

A clawed hand, protruding out of the slight break.

Following that was the appearance of a small boy just at the edge of the river, he did not care

about the whirlpool. The air around him was viciously being pulled into the water,

everywhere looked like there was about to be a mighty storm.

The boy stood there, looking at the cracking space as it was being forced open, a small smile

playing on his lips.

"Finally, my lord, I am a step away from bringing you back."

He turned to the direction Northern had gone through.

"Now, all that is left, is for this war to take its course and give way to bloodshed and madness

shall eventually reign."