Will of chaos

I was inside the Temple, the two energy columns were still there, it seems that Urd’s servants have not yet come out of the oven.

“How much longer will it take?” (me)

“More time than we have available, fortunately we don’t need to worry about No. 89.” (Urd)

“I thought we would need it with the movements the Ascendants are making.” (me)

“No, what is happening does not change that part of the plan, in fact it makes it easier, they are just abandoning the flow of the Law.” (Urd)

It seems that everything is taking longer than expected, not only are these two still in the oven, but all those Gods in the prison are still transforming, none of them are ready, this is not normal, some of them should have already come out.

“(Think about them later, you have more to do now.)” (me)

“Where are the two of them?” (me)

“There…” (Urd)

Urd guides me to a door that was not visible before, as soon as we enter the landscape of ruins and Greek columns around us continues as if we had not left the place, but those energy columns were no longer visible.

“(So they are overlapping spaces, interesting…)” (me)

“It seems like they are finishing.” (Urd)

Lena was drawing a magic circle diagram the size of a football stadium, all together being connected as if it were a single line connecting everything.

Cortana was floating in space and she had a very large metal tooth in one of her hands, she used the fingertips of her other hand to tear off a part of this metal tooth shattering into dust that floats in the air being used to draw hundreds of magic circles in layers.

One of them was spreading across the ground while the other was piling up in piles on top of each other in the sky, there was a certain contradiction in their approaches that I found funny, but I didn’t say anything when I recognized the two rituals.

Lena was creating a blood sacrifice ritual, a ritual used by Vampires and blood mages, used to extract 1 or more types of energies from someone’s body proportionally to the amount of blood extracted, the only difference being that the ritual created by Lena was an extrapolation on an even higher level than Divine of that ritual.

Cortana was creating a Dragon ritual, a ritual that I only learned after becoming a Primordial Dragon in the past.

Dragon Proclamation, a magic that extracts energy from the Will, has no attack or defense capabilities, nor can it be used to strengthen almost any type of technique, but it was a way to claim an area as yours or create a permanent Territory, a magic that puts a distressing pressure on the one who uses it, extracts the Will by refining it in this energy.

“I’m done, how are things for you Cortana?” (Lena)

“I’m finishing.” (Cortana)

I saw the two finish their work and approach, I can see the shine in their eyes, Cortana being the first to act.

“Are you ready?” (Cortana)

“Yes, let’s begin.” (me)

I begin to transform my body to its true form, my legs merge with my tail, my wings grow, my body becomes more robust while my skull changes completely, even so I try to avoid growing to more than 5 meters.

I stopped holding back my Divinity and the power of the Law, in addition to my Dragon wings, another 7 pairs of wings formed from fragments of the night sky formed floating behind my back joined by a silver hoop that emanates purple light.

My body felt much more comfortable and relaxed without me having to hold back anything, so flapping my wings once, my body approached to be in the middle between the two rituals.

“(You can do it…)” (me)

Sigh

“…” (me)

“< Origin Ritual: Blood Sacrifice >” (Lena)

“< Origin Ritual: Dragon Proclamation >” (Cortana)

“< Activate >” (Lena/Cortana)

“!!!!!!!!!” (me)

“RRRRROOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (me)

Above me the space vibrated and below me a pressure made the earth sink, I felt my body being enveloped by two forces that hit different targets at the same time.

From the sky, a column of energy formed, first as thin as a hair, and soon large enough to contain my entire body. My Soul vibrated as it was pressed until a force pierced my Soul, extracting something from the deepest part of my being. I could fight against it, but even so, I let it happen. I felt weakness take over my mind and I stood firm like a beast resisting to remain standing regardless of its injuries.

Meanwhile, a transparent ring formed above my head, covered in thorns. As soon as this ring formed, my entire body began to crack, opening horrible wounds. My blood began to be dragged out of my veins. Endless streams of blood were pulled from my rapidly drying body. My natural healing was unable to keep up with the absurd amount of blood that was leaking out. All this blood flowed into the ring of thorns, which absorbed all the blood, becoming increasingly red.

RRROOOAAARRRR!!!!!!

“…”

“…”

I heard voices, but I couldn’t understand anything, my mind was being bombarded by an incomparable pain, my body was drying out before the naked eye, my Soul was being pressed and hurt continuously as if they were trying to subdue my will.

GGRRR!! RRRAAAAAAHHHHRRRRRR!!!!

The pain was great and seemed to last forever, my sense of time was obscured by the pain, my senses drowned in agony and my roars only contain pain mixed with a firm resolution.

I felt the pressure and the pain, I felt so much agony that I knew others would choose death over me, but even so, amidst those roars I couldn’t help but smile, compared to the agony I felt in hell or the torment of having my body rebuilt as had happened on more than one occasion, this was nothing, a test incomparable to my past experiences.

RRROOOOAAARRRRRRR!!!!

I just resisted, I felt my body being deprived of its blood, I felt my body drying up until there was nothing left but skin, scales and bones, I felt an endless pressure wanting to make me submit, something unacceptable and that awakened the primitive in me, an indomitable and wild will that rose far beyond my conscious mind.

I no longer felt weakness, I no longer felt pain, I felt nothing but to continue resisting, I would not bow, I would not fall, I would not accept this agony.

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Pov Freya:

I rise from the shadows of the temple of Urd that is already connected to Tarzor, I walked through the spaces of this temple before appearing where Zenos was flying in Dragon form between two magic circles that threw each other.

The seconds became minutes as my eyes saw his increasingly deplorable state, his Dragon body, once glorious and magnificent, was now covered in grotesque wounds, his blood being drained from his body that was thin.

Their roars carried a pain that hurt my heart, I was happy that Érica, Ibuki, Diana, Karina and Kira were not here to witness this terrible sight.

I was desolate, gritting my teeth and clenching my fist tightly. It was unacceptable to see this. It was unacceptable to be powerless without extending my hand to him.

Tears

My eyes were fixed on his sickly figure, his body as thin as a mummy’s, but his eyes were shining brighter and brighter. The ring above his head was fluorescent red, and black-colored patterns flowed through it as if pulsing inside a living body. His blood no longer flowed like a waterfall, but instead, only particles of blood were drawn from his already dry body to that ring of thorns.

The column of energy around him was emitting pressure on the surroundings as a majestic Dragon image materialized inside, roaring without making a sound, but still making my Soul vibrate.

“Don’t be like that, my son is not that weak.” (Selene)

“Madam, I… I…” (me)

“You don’t need to say anything, I understand, no mother likes to see her son suffer, it hurts me to see him like this, but at the same time I know he chose this on his own.” (Selene)

“I know, but that doesn’t make it better.” (me)

“It doesn’t make it better, but it was his choice and he’s resisting it very well, see… they’re starting.” (Selene)

“…” (me)

The three of them were around where Zenos was, Urd had her arms raised chanting something that didn’t seem like any language she knew, but Runes of the Law were forming around her, condensing into a point above her book.

The Twins, on the other hand, were emitting black and white lights that were slowly merging the materialized image of the Dragon with the red ring of thorns, this lasted for tens of minutes before a red Dragon swam above Zenos that looked more like a skeleton.

Soon the three exchanged a nod, then the red Dragon flies towards a hexagon covered in Runes of Law, the two shatter into pieces in a dissatisfaction of energy that spreads for a few meters before the waves regress to the same point of origin forming a 7-pointed Crystal with a red Dragon inside biting its own tail, this crystal was surrounded by three powers before disappearing releasing a wave of formless energy in all directions.

“< Ritual of Origin: Mark of the Scales of Triple Judgment >” (Urd/Lena/Cortana)

The three relaxed their bodies at the same time as the Rituals disappeared, Zenos begins to fall, but before I could reach him, his wings formed in the air with him landing on his feet.

His body was horrible and yet he was perfectly upright, his eyes were filled with a primordial and indomitable will, but I could see beyond that.

“He’s unconscious…” (me)

Tears

“Don’t go near him, it’s not safe right now, his life is not at risk, so just wait for him to wake up.” (Selene)