Chapter 1234: It Is All The Same
The descending horde brought a freezing wave with them that grew stronger as they died and resurrected, and even after trillions descended from the Eye of Time, their number seemed unending, and their growing presence began to freeze space itself, but the creatures simply phased through the silver ice, and they began to spread, and a wave of silver ice began to grow, and if this trend continued, the entire realm would be frozen.
The Will of the Realm of Doom Star was suddenly frozen in indecision, on one hand was the alluring power emerging from the growing purple road that was emerging from the vortex and the second was the growing invasion by the silver horde.
This indecision did not last for long before madness took over and it directed its fragmented Will at the Calamity gods below the earth to arise and consume everything.
Beneath the endless ocean of the realm, past the layers of earth's crust was a world of madness. The eternal realm of Doom Star was incredibly massive and at its level space itself was almost meaningless because no one had ever seen the end of the endless black ocean, suggesting to some that it stretched forever for infinity.
This seemingly infinite world contained something in the center, or more precisely, someone, and it was of a woman whose size would rival those of Rowan, her head had been chopped off, and by the multiple stumps left on her shoulders, she must have had multiple heads.
Naked, her massive body was filled with injuries that reached her black rotting bones, but the most shocking of her injuries were on her stomach, it appeared to be swollen as if she had been pregnant, and someone had ripped her stomach open, and not bothering to bring out the baby inside her womb, the child had been killed, his head taken away and the torso was left inside the decaying womb.
The child must have been extremely special because even dead, the numerous wounds on his decaying body spewed an intense amount of light, and due to his massive size even as a fetus, he resembled a universe shaped in the form of a baby.
Yet it was from those glorious lights that Calamities were spewed from, and as they emerged from the light, it also burned them to ash, only the lucky few escaped the fate of death after being born, and 99.99999 percent of all Calamities that were born perished in the fires that gave birth to them, but the smallest fraction that escaped overtime numbered in the tens of billions.
When the Will of the Realm went insane, the dead body of this child shivered and a weird cry emerged from its stomach, and the lights spewing from its body died down a bit, and this meant that the survival rate of the Calamities that were being born at every moment multiplied to an insane degree.
The shrieks of the newly born Calamities that were filled with the essence of pure darkness were a thing of pure nightmare, and in the midst of all of that was a giggle, as if from a child. Like a mass of darkness and flesh of madness, the Calamities burst out of the earth, and the endless ocean seemed to transform into tar, as an endless number of tentacles filled with yellow eyes that extended for miles burst out of the ocean.
A battle that would echo the likes of those waged in the Primordial Era was about to erupt.
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