The presence of Ohrox swept through the vault, and his extremely potent Abyssal Aura turned the air thick with a noxious fume that was straight from the deepest corner of hell.
In a brief moment that was caught by Rowan, he noticed the gaze of Boreas, it contained many complexities, but the foremost was the shock of being incorrect. Boreas had originally thought that if there was anyone who could reach this place so quietly, it would be Rowan. .
However, Reality seemed to be playing him for the fool because a Demon was here before him, and not just any Demon, a supposedly fallen Demon Prince that was now a Demon King.
There was no way for this energy to be disguised, for the presence of a Demon King could not be faked.
Rowan saw this realization solidify in the eyes of Boreas and he smiled internally, no matter what happened, he wanted his presence to be undiscovered until the moment he wanted it to be revealed.
The myriad negative emotions felt by the god began to surprisingly fuel the power of Ohrox, and the miasma generated from his presence began to thicken. The long black tongue of the Demon King swept through the air and his red eyes went alit with madness and the lust for blood.
Boreas staggered backward, his eyes still wide with shock, fury, doubt, and deep fear as he rapidly processed the implications of a Demon King that was not just inside Trion but was within his most sacred sanctuary.
He was no longer comfortable in his might, against a foe such as a Demon King, Boreas knew the fight would most likely take everything for him to win.
Even now with this unexpected revelation, Boreas was not afraid of loss, despite the fact that when Rowan burst out of his body, he had torn a huge chunk from Boreas that contained nearly forty-eight percent of his Divine Spark.
Boreas had been a Major God when he had awoken, and in the past three decades without the bloodline lock imposed on his bloodline and billions of mortals sent into the battlefield to drive back the assaults of the Demons and Mages, Boreas had stepped into the stage of a High god.
A High god of Trion was multiple times more powerful than a god had any right to be, and even in the presence of a Demon King, Boreas soon settled his negative emotions and focused on the battle that was to come.
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‘This battle must happen quickly,’ this was Rowan’s goal, and to achieve that every move he made must have a purpose, he could not waste a single moment. 𝘪𝘳.𝒸𝑜𝑚
When he had manifested a demonic presence to tear Boreas apart, leading the god to believe that Rowan was inside the vault but was hidden from sight, yet unaware that Rowan was already inside of his body working to understand the unique structure of Boreas Divine Spark so that he could strike at the right time was a move from Rowan and many factors came into play to make it possible, and this move was the first of many to come.
“How can this be?” Boreas stammered, his eyes filled with panic, but it was a shame that he fought against Rowan who could smell the deception oozing from Boreas, this god was acting the part of the prey in order to strike when the Demon King lay down his guard,
“Ohrox! You are alive?! With the power of a Demon King.” Boreas yelled in shock and took a step back. Rowan nearly rolled his eyes, Boreas was not convincing him a bit, but, he laughed internally… ‘two could play this game’
“Too much talk little god, I promised to make you scream. I am not a king who does not keep his word.” Ohrox grinned, showing rows of serrated teeth like a shark, as from his six-fingered hands, twelve-inch claws that were covered with red fire erupted with a metallic sound.
Unlike Kohron the Prince of Strife who was becoming more human-like in appearance, Ohrox as a Demon King became more like a beast.
Apart from his face which had distinct human characteristics and which appeared incredibly malevolent with thick red scaly hide, Ohrox resembled a powerful dragon who was standing upright, eight massive horns pierced through his head and a burning red sun sat in the middle of the horns like a crown.
His wings, if you could even call them that were the stuff of nightmares, as they resembled arms, seventy large black hands that seemed to be connected with webbings that grasped the air making various demonic gestures.
The potential for violence that wrapped every inch of this Demon King was remarkable, and it seemed almost impossible that a creature like this would have the patience to converse before battle.
Ohrox did not disappoint as he raised his wings high, the seventy black arms had finished casting a demonic technique, and with a loud shriek that tore through the air, they released it. The demonic technique erupted from Boreas’ body like a supernova, and the entire vault was shaken to its foundations.
Endless waves of Abyssal energy erupted from Ohrox’s flesh and in a stunning development, the Spirit Guises on the grounds of the vault began to mutate. Large black wings tore out from their back and their bodies warped into that of a Demon.
Ohrox had been focused on Boreas all this while, but the first move he made was not against the god, because Boreas had been laying a trap for him if he had done that, but he went for his armies.
This development was enough to shock Boreas out of his lethargy, he was not fighting against a power-addled monster but a cunning beast and he had been burned for the last time for his negligence.
With a scream of rage from being mocked and deceived, his body erupted with Divine lightning straight from the depths of his soul, he would cleanse his vault of this filth with the lightning from the highest heavens!
The lightning began to grow as the shape of a hammer was being created from this gathered energy, this hammer that felt like it could shatter a galaxy exploded as Ohrox blasted through it seizing the god by his throat and halting his energy transformation.
“How dare…” Boreas’ cries of anger were cut short as Ohrox opened his mouth wide and bit his head; he worked at it like a shark, tearing a huge chunk from the face of the startled god.
As Ohrox tore through the head of Boreas taking large chunks out of it he did not forget to mock him, “You are too slow little god. You fight like someone who has been battling with weak enemies all their lives. That false confidence from you is so delicious. Tell me, little god, when was the last time you fought for your life?!”
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