"Besides... we are one now."
A wave of utter and absolute doom surged through Orfry the mont those words echoed in his mind. Trembling, he looked down at himself—and what he saw filled him with a horror unlike anything he had ever known.
His body was no longer his own.
He didn’t know when it had happened, or how, but sohow, his entire being had rged into the nightmare realm. His flesh had beco part of a greater, pulsating mass of madness and chaos—no longer human, no longer separate. He could feel the edges of his existence fraying, unraveling into sothing alien and terrifying.
"No, no, no, no—NO!" Orfry scread, but his voice was drowned instantly, swallowed by the formless void. His words dissolved into nothingness as his physical form continued to morph and rge, becoming indistinguishable from the writhing, demonic dinsion that now surrounded him.
"That’s right," the ancient voice intoned again, this ti laced with excitent, almost glee. "Let despair and hopelessness overtake you. Only in total surrender can your mind be liberated—and reach heights beyond your wildest comprehension."
The voice reverberated like an ecstatic symphony, vibrating through Orfry’s bones, his soul, his very thoughts.
In the physical world, his body still lay in bed, appearing to sleep peacefully.
But suddenly, it began to tremble violently. His bones cracked and popped beneath the skin. His flesh blistered and warped, bubbling up as if boiling from within. It was as though his entire existence were being rewritten.
His form expanded grotesquely, transforming into a nightmarish tumorous mass—bulging with eyes, mouths, and twitching tendrils. The walls of his residence trembled from the sheer force of the transformation, threatening to shatter and expose his horrible form to the rest of the fortress.
But then, just as suddenly, the form shrank again—compressing, twisting, reshaping itself back into sothing humanoid.
Orfry opened his eyes.
But the being that now inhabited his body was no longer simply Orfry.
His gaze shone with a sharp, unnatural light—eyes that contained answers to questions no human had dared ask. Eyes that viewed even the wildest chaos as nothing more than a carefully cultivated garden, one he could stroll through at will. He could see everything. Understand everything.
He was Orfry—but now more. Much more.
All the mories of the young strategist, his thoughts, emotions, ambitions—they had been absorbed into the ancient entity that had claid him. And with that information, the creature quickly assessed the current state of Exilon.
"Hmm... numbers alone will not be enough," he mused aloud, his voice calm, calculating. "That man, and his people... they are far too well trained. His agents are elite—able to traverse even the harshest terrain and guide their armies to perfect victory. I suppose I’ll have to... even the odds."
Orfry opened his mouth but did not stop there. His jaw split cleanly in half, unhinging downward in a grotesque arc that tore open his chest. The gory display would have been horrifying to behold, and it only grew more revolting as it beca clear he was trying to expel sothing—to vomit out a creature, or an object.
But his body trembled, resisting.
And the maw of darkness sealed itself shut.
A frown creased his face as he examined his form.
"Not strong enough yet," he murmured. "His mind is exquisite—a delight to assimilate—but his body is still far too weak. No matter. Cultivation, for your kind, is grueling. For ... It’s a feast."
Without further thought, the being once known as Orfry rose silently into the air, slipping from the Zanis fortress unnoticed, his body cloaked in unnatural stillness. Within monts, he reached a massive city—surrounded by towering walls and ho to millions. There were soldiers stationed throughout, yes, but also countless civilians. Families. Children. Elders.
He hovered above them.
And then raised his hand.
A dark stream of psychic energy surged from his fingertip, forming intricate sigils mid-air—symbols too complex, too alien for the human mind to comprehend. With a flick, he sent the sigil hurtling toward the city walls.
The mont it struck, the stone erupted in dark fire—black and purple flas that radiated such intense heat that just standing nearby would lt the skin off anyone below Champion level. Panic erupted. Screams rang out as the fire spread.
But this was only the beginning.
"BOOOOOOM!"
A teor of flesh slamd into the center of the city. It was not a rock, but a mass—pulsating and living, covered in blinking eyes and gnashing mouths. And it began to grow.
It expanded violently, consuming streets, buildings, and people with equal disregard. Every ti it swallowed a life, it grew faster, larger, its surface pulsing with grotesque satisfaction. It tore through hos, wrapped tendrils around panicked citizens, pulled them into its churning belly. Screams filled the air—so begging, so praying, so crying for help that would never co.
The people ran, but there was nowhere to go.
So, in desperation, rushed toward the burning walls, believing the fire would be more rciful than the living abomination in their midst. They were wrong. As they crossed the threshold, their bodies ignited within seconds—flesh turning black, muscle sloughing off bones until only ashes remained.
The tumor grew until the city had beco an ocean of malford flesh, moving with horrifying autonomy. It continued its feast until every voice had gone silent.
Then, as quickly as it had co, the mass shrank, folding into itself like a dying star, withdrawing every twisted mouth and screaming eye. The teor reversed its transformation, becoming a humanoid shape once again.
Orfry stood in the middle of the ruined city—silent, calm, and impossibly composed. However, inside him, there were countless screams and horror. He did not just consu their bodies, as their souls were also inside of him right now; all of them trembled in horror and despair as they were expanding his realm, adding to his growing consciousness.
He clenched his fists, generating a physical burst of power that surpassed that of a normal Legend.
"Yes," he whispered. "Now the ga begins."
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