It was a glorious feat of strength for an Incarnation State Dominator to injure a Mature Manticore and if this news were spread, it would shake the entire Empire, and so the news of Telmus having a child with his talent would frighten everyone, one god challenger was more than enough talkless two.
This accomplishment was not enough, for she understood her father and his expectations of her, it was not enough. Who could be like him? Was it even possible for a mortal to have such dreams?
She wasn’t too savvy with what was impossible for her father, according to official reports, she should barely be twelve weeks old, but Telmus created a Temporal field around her accelerating her aging process, although he tried to hide it, she was more perceptive than most and she knew he was afraid.
It was the reason he was pushing her to become someone who he could rely on. How could she fail him?
Pulling from a well of strength and Stubbornness she did not know was within her, with eyes flashing with an equal amount of bloodlust, she did not wait for the Manticore to attack first… she did.
Behind her, the ruler flipped and she began to run towards the startled Manticore, such an act that had surely never happened to this beast before. The roar from her small mouth was surprisingly loud yet still reeked of childishness.
“Kyaaaahhhh!”
Her three feet body clashed against the twenty-foot killing machine, and their surrounding was shrouded by a large plum of dust, where growls and loud crashes resounded.
Telmus stood by and watched, even while his daughter became deeply injured, he did not move, only watched the battle as it entered into the second hour. The surroundings were devastated by the battle and screams and roars of anger, and pain were a constant reminder of the death battle taking place.
With a long howl of pain, the winner and the loser were finally revealed as the dust cleared. The girl was standing on the last head of the Manticore after she had shattered the other two.
She simply pushed her left hand into its eyes until she reached her shoulders, and she began rummaging around. The Manticore could only shake itself for its spine had been pulled away from its body and whatever technique the girl was using was brutal and incredibly powerful.
With a long howl of pain, it finally perished and the girl busied herself digging through the head for its Beast Core.
Her right hand was gone, torn off from her shoulders, and deep wounds filled her body, if she was not given urgent care, it was most likely she would be joining the beast in death soon enough.
Yet, she took her time to find the Beast Core and she crawled to her father who stood above, but his eyes no longer on her body, but were locked far into the distance.
The moment the gods arrived in Elysium, no one else had detected them. No one else but Telmus.
“I thought I had more time. How could the scrying of fate be changed in such a sweeping manner? Who could be responsible for this?”
He frowned in deep thought. Time was running out and she would need to be pushed harder. He looked down on her shivering form, holding on to consciousness by sheer willpower alone, her injuries would kill lesser Dominators ten times over, but she was his daughter, and it wasn’t enough.
“Rest now, child, heal your wounds. Tomorrow you shall battle two.”
She nodded and quietly brought the Core of a Second Circle Beast to her mouth, and took a small bite.
Her tiny sharp teeth only took a sliver, and she sat down and began the long process of digestion.
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In an unknown corner of the galaxy, a gathering of the Covenant was under way, according to the plan, they were supposed to be a gathering ten years from now before the next Royal House selection for the throne of the Empire, but the recent events were alarming enough to drag their attention.
This should not be possible because when beings of such powers made plans, their intents were deeply inscribed onto reality carried by Aether, and the most likely situation anytime they spoke or made a decision, reality corrected itself in small ways to make their will come to pass. 𝗻𝐨𝐯𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Of course, only a power on their level could affect their will.
The chief perpetrator of this saga, Ohrox the Demon of Destruction was silent, his Anima, stone. After trying to summon him for a while, Arlushan Endirius began the meeting without him.
“The Prince of Destruction appears to be predisposed at the moment.” Arlushan Endirius said, and frowned when he was interrupted by Fiona Shadowsoul, who declared, “Are you sure he’s not dead? I mean, even the Flesh Suit of Kohron was destroyed alongside the Anima of Boreas, how would it be possible for a Demon Prince who has just awakened to be able to survive?”
Kohron snarled at her, “He has survived worse crow, be mindful of how you speak of my brother.”
“Oh he is now your brother? Ha ha, Kohron I’m mindful, just concerned that’s all, it would be important to know the full measure of our strength as we prepare for the shit storm we are about to enter.”
“I’m sure you are concerned about the loot you collected, don’t set your greedy eyes on it without his Ohrox orders, or I will come for you.”
She pressed her hands on her chest, “You wound me Kohron, surely you should know my ethics by now.”
“Yes… that you have none, heed my warning crow, I shall not repeat myself.”
Fiona sputtered in feigned annoyance and her face brightened as Ulremazz Igorin asked her, “By any chance, is this loot related to the events that transpired?”
“Of course it is, but as Khoron said, I’m forbidden to check or divulge what lies inside unless by the permission of Ohrox, who may very well be dead.”
Khoron growled, his voice made the Hall of Covenant shake, but he was silenced by a massive boom when a tap on the table by Arlushan that swept through the hall and warped reality. The gaze from this regal man was irritated, “you have all eternity for your petty quarrels, and I am not a man who is fond of mediating over meaningless talk. Repeat such a blunder again, and your benefits for the war for the next ten thousand years would be withdrawn.”