Chapter Six Hundred And Fifty Three – 653
Get off of him! Felix growled, and the sound was like thunder. He hurtled straight for Avets multi-jointed fingers, his strange, nightmare form sprouting teeth and claws by the hundreds. The ease at which hed been able to change his shape had come as a surprise to Felix, as it wasnt a Skilljust an application of his Mind.
And it was damn effective.
Hed become something like the Ravager King, huge and draconic, but a great deal moreeldritch. Limbs and tails erupted from any direction Felix required as he fought off the ever strengthening grip of the god in the sky.
Fiendforge is level 73!
Felix met Avets hand, each finger the size of Felixs entire monstrous arm, and was thrown back by a burst of wild energies. The Mote of Frenzy spat at him, still too potent to take on directly, especially while in the grip of the god of chaos. Avets hand defended, the joints twisting to deflect Felixs monstrous maw.
My, What Big Teeth You Have!
What? Felix hesitated, before cursing as another blast of power caught him in the chest. Armor plating chased after it, protecting himself from the Motes fury. Where did you learn that phrase?
You Remind Me Of An Old Foe. Havent Seen Her In A While. Not Since She Slipped Her Anchor And Chain.
Felix bared his many, many teeth. Yeah? Want to see what happened to her?
Avet merely laughed, and curled two of his fingers.
A tidal wave of raw, elemental power shot forthaimed directly at Pits core.
Felix flared his Will and Alacrity to move faster than ever before. In core spaces, reality was simply what you Willed it to beand Felix had quite the imagination. Forged through long practice in his own core space, he brought all that training to the fore as he redefined himself to catch and capture the assault. It hissed and burned, froze and tore into him with sharp edged blades. The frenzied power was utterly insane to take head on, but he owed his Companion.
More, Felix!
He twisted, allowing another torrent to pour downward onto Pits core. Felix was holding his friends core space together with his Skill, allowing Pit the space to figure things outbut that was all he could do. In the end, it was all up to Pit. He had to do the workmake the choice only he could make.
Etheric Concordance is level 96!
Move out of the way.
Another blast from the Mote hit Felix, but he twisted around to stare at his friend. What?
Im so close. But I need more. Please. Distance meant nothing in that space, and Felix could clearly make out his wounded friends bright, golden eyes. Trust me.
Yes! Do As He Says, Navarre! Let Me Bless The Boy!
The entire core space groaned as Avets gleeful laughter shook everything. Felix clamped down harder with Fiendforge, pressing the edges of the core space together by what felt like the very tips of his fingernails.
Fiendforge is level 74!
He shifted back into his normal form, no longer blocking anything.
It was all up to Pit, now.
The moment Felix drew aside, it was as if a shroud had been drawn over the light, for all that the Mote of Frenzys illumination was nothing short of blinding.
Let Loose The Hands Of War.
The vast, unnatural appendage tensed as if gripping the riotous chaos of the Mote before it plunged toward the surface. Clouds boiled and the skies turned black, while the energies spun out from behind it like a mantle. A mass of shadow wreathed in a hurricane of pulsating elemental chaos.
Navarre Is Wasting His Time. I Am A God. It Does Not Matter If He Is A Cardinal Reborn. Do You Think I Can Be Stopped By One Mortal?
Pit stood his ground as the heavens dropped down atop of him. Yes.
Faint as the wind, words echoed across his bond. Kick his ass, lil pig.
Teeth in the dark, spread wide in a sightless smile. Show Me.
I watch, Pit declared, as the cataclysm above drowned out his words. I listen.
Avet swooped down, unstoppable. In response, Pit sang out. A single, buzzing note. It cut through the noise, leaving behind it nothing but a resounding quietand three similar notes.
Two to Pits side, where the earth split apart to reveal a hint of growing green. And one above, descending rapidly. Carried at the very heart of the falling maelstrom.
Divinity.
Like calls to like! Pit shouted. As above, so below!
Just outside his Woven Tree, the two notes gained such an intensity that to hear it was to hear everything. A grand plan, woven in song, played out in the growth of two immense shoots. They rose up, saplings to titans in an eyeblink, as leafy fronds made of bloody crimson and purest black spread like a thousand house-sized shieldsand questing tendrils stabbed upward, seeking the third.
Avet pulled back, or tried to; his fall was too swift, the Mote upon his back too furious to change course.
What IsDivinity. Youve Divinity Unspent On Foundation Or Skill!
Seeds taken from Vellus and Noctis! I kept them safe! Pit crowed. Ive got plenty of Primordial to keep me growing, but these were for a special day. A day when I could actually handle more power.
The Seeds of Divinity, now proper trees in their own right, stabbed upward into Avets hand. Wood and vine pierced godflesh and Mote alike, until they wrapped around the third and final note that resonated within Avets palm.
Title: Thief of Fate Is Active!
Title: Tyrant of Choice Is Active!
Title: Bondbreaker Is Active!
His Evolutionary choices splintered, cast about him like rain in a hurricane. They swirled through Pits Mind, fleeting as flashes of lightning. Pieces of his power, his Titles, his Skills all swirled together in a soup of potential. Pit was spun around and drowning in them allbut hed seen this done before.
Felix had grasped his own Path from the hands of the gods, and Pit could do the same.
He wrested himself from the sea of his own potential, Willing himself into shape. Beak and crest emerged followed by talons and paws. Wings. They spread wide, dripping with images and half-remembered patterns, until pieces of the wild dark around him resonated with them.
With a single spearing of his talons, he grabbed them alland stuffed them down his gullet.
ERROR!
Divine Influence Subverted!
Primordial Nature Detected!
ERROR!
Adjusting Evolution Choices
Choose One Of The Following!
Pit did not hesitate. He chose.
Evolution Complete!
Congratulations, Guardian Beast!
Second Evolution: Primordial Storm Tyrant
You Gain:
+300 AGL
+300 DEX
+400 END
+300 INT
+500 WIL
Each Level Now Grants An Additional 50 Points To All Stats!
Skills Have Changed!
Do You Wish To Review?
The sheer immensity of sudden growth hit him heavier than any foe. Pit stumbled in the featureless black, Body lost as his Mind and Spirit spread outward to contain the onrush of power. The clarion call of System energy rolled in, drowning him in torrents of joyous, painful potency.
His stats burned through him, changing Pit irrevocably.
New Title!
First Of Your Kind! (Unique)
Of all the beings in all the world, none have forged an Evolution quite like yours. You have mastered the forces of Divinity and a Transcendent treasure with a Will of Crescian Bronze. For that, mortal, you are to be laudedand rewarded.
+400 STR
+200 MIG
+300 VIT
New Title!
The Audacity of Mortality! (Transcendent)
Wise or unwise, you have defied the Divine directly and lived! No chains to bind, or Vessels to dilute, not even a splinter of their Holy Selfbut the naked Will of Avet, God of Change. Whats more, you have claimed the power they would have used against you! A new strain of Divinity sings in your core, and you have earned the right to evolve up to three Skills.
Choose wisely.
Oh. Wow. Pit thought, as the endless black rolled over him. Through him.
Thatsgonna becool.
