When Aiden next opened his eyes, he found that his surroundings had completely changed.
He was floating inside an empty space, and a short distance in front of him was a bright, burning crimson fla.
Aiden took a glimpse at it and instantly knew what he was looking at.
"The ember of creation…"
Or more accurately, it was his ember of creation.
This was his inner space.
The place where the ember of creation was born on the day of his bloodline awakening. It was also his link to the true fire of creation, located at the peak of Mount Olympus, and his key to his path towards godhood.
His inner space was an empty void, with the only thing of note being the ember of creation he possessed, but calling it an ember didn't really do it justice.
The fla was burning brightly and violently, almost seeming to be out of control.
And the fla was also… changing.
At first, it was slow, so Aiden didn't notice much, but gradually a purplish-black glow started appearing, like ink being dropped in a pool.
It was slowly engulfing the entire fla.
It didn't take long before the crimson-gold fla had turned into an ominous blackish-purple. Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire
And that was just the idol's effect.
The second the change was finished, Aiden's mind seed to buzz as all sorts of strange things started happening to him.
Whispers.
At first, they were faint and distant, but soon they beca louder.
Slowly, Aiden walked towards the center of the flas, and as he did so, the manic and incomprehensible whispers slowly beca clear.
"Kha…"
"Khaos…"
"Chi…"
"Child…"
"Khaos… Child…"
Eventually, a few words could be heard clearly.
But despite the words becoming clearer, the pain Aiden felt only seed to worsen.
Despite being unclear and chaotic, these words themselves seed to be sothing beyond his comprehension.
The re sound of them seed to be slowly fracturing his mind.
But Aiden continued to walk forward, eventually placing his hand inside the fla when he heard a final set of words:
"Accept my blessing… Accept your fate…"
A normal person would feel so sense of aversion to these words, but Aiden didn't.
As if this was a natural phenonon, a natural way of life.
These terrifying flas and their destructive tendencies were him, and he was the fla.
They were one and the sa.
They were a fla that would devour everything.
…
Boom!
Aiden, who had been smothered and covered in snakes, burst forth with a pillar of ominous purple-black flas.
The flas were so hot the air itself started to burn!
A scorching wave of heat burst out, causing the Weeping Soul Serpent Emperor to close its eyes. When it opened them again, it couldn't help but coil back in fear.
Standing there was Aiden, wrapped in a sea of purple flas.
His eyes glowed like a pair of demonic athysts, and his once dazzling golden blond hair had now turned into a ball of purple, chaotic fire.
But perhaps most unsettling of all was the strange smile plastered on his face.
Aiden's face wasn't ugly by any ans. No, it was extrely handso.
A perfectly sculpted face that could make one silently admire. Just looking at it would be enough to convince soone that he had the blood of gods flowing through him.
Yet under the shadow of the light of these purplish flas, that handso face couldn't be any more disturbing.
It was uncanny. It was sothing so perfect yet so desperately twisted at the sa ti.
And as for the Weeping Soul Serpents that had covered him before? They had been burnt away so cleanly that not even their ashes remained.
Aiden looked around at the carnage he caused, and the smile on his face curled upwards even more.
He stretched forth his hand towards the remaining Weeping Soul Serpent and spoke a simple word:
"Burn."
For the flas at his feet, Aiden's words were no different from an imperial decree.
The flas bubbled and roared as they surged forward, engulfing everything.
What was even more horrifying was that under Aiden's perfect control, the temperature of the flas didn't increase but decreased.
In this new state, Aiden's flas had now reached an unimaginable level.
If they swallowed the serpents, they would turn to ashes in re monts, which was far from what Aiden wanted.
After suffering such humiliation at their hands, how could Aiden let these beasts have a good end?
They had tried to devour him while he was alive, so for that, their ending could only be even worse.
The flas licked and wrapped around every Weeping Soul Serpent as their once hard, tallic scales began to lt!
Such a sight was absolutely horrifying to watch.
Watching the surface of a living creature peel away and drop to the floor like hot tal was horrifying. What was even worse were the screams.
As made evident by their na, the Weeping Soul Serpents were spiritual creatures.
Their voices carried the power to reach the soul, and now these voices were being used to convey their unimaginable pain.
By all definitions, this was an ominous scene.
Devilish dark flas danced around while horrified screeches and screams echoed, sounding like they belonged in the deepest pits of Tartarus.
The sick sll of burning flesh mixed with the bestial smoke to fill the cavern.
It was tantalizing. But to Aiden, there couldn't be a sight any more beautiful.
More!
I should burn more!
I should burn everything!
While Aiden was slowly being lost in the carnage, the Weeping Soul Serpent Emperor was feeling the worst sense of fear it had ever felt in its life.
As a genius ruler of beasts, its senses were nigh unparalleled.
Yet the sa senses that had constantly saved its life until now were blaring alarms so powerful it could barely breathe.
'That thing… It's no longer human,' thought the Serpent Emperor.
Before whwen it looked at the human it felt only contempt and disdain and even greed but now...
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