"Well, Alfred will have the power of Eldritch Transformation first. With this, John will be more powerful than demons in terms of stats even if demons use Monster Sacrifice to increase their powers more."
Azelis blinked. "What kind of transformation?"
Chuthulos chuckled. "I don’t know. It’s random. Well, Alfred can use it on you too, so let’s check it out."
The cocoon finally cracked fully and Alfred erged as an Emperor-rank Monster unlike any other.
[Pet Na]: Ruinhowler Nihilthrone Cerberian — Alfred
[Attributes]: Ruinlaw / Netherblood / Doomfrost / Eldritch
[Pet Rank]: Emperor
[Pet Growth Stage]: Young
— Gene Potential: 1/100
— Strength: 501
— Speed: 501
— Defense: 501
— Soul Pond: 2501/2501
His fra was imnse with a form sculpted from shadowed ruin and blood-forged ice. Each of his three lupine heads radiated a distinct, terrifying aura.
The middle head, crowned with frozen violet horns, with patterns resembling eldritch eyes, and a jagged halo of ruinrunes, stared forward with dignified malevolence—its crimson-black eyes mirrored collapsing stars, unreadable yet ancient.
The left head snarled and twitched with manic anticipation, veins glowing with Netherblood veins pulsing like arterial magma, its icy fangs slick with frostlight.
And the right head... it was silent. Entirely. Its maw never moved, yet mist leaked in reverse from its lips, and in its sockets spun slow-burning Doomfrost sigils, as though seeing into monts yet to collapse.
Thick tendrils of Onfrost mist coiled from his spine like tails of a primordial predator, trailing symbols of unseen judgnt. Across his triple-necked body, blackscale armor etched with spiraling ruinmarks shimred faintly beneath his frost-laced fur, while his limbs ended in monstrous claws encased in calcified ruin—each talon carved from the ossified regrets of extinguished beasts.
Beneath his paws, the ground chilled and cracked, bleeding a red mist that refused to dissipate.
From his ribcage flared visible sigils of Doomfrost, spiraling and reforming like so ancient script trying to rewrite reality around him. Occasionally, a thread of Crimson Collapse Bloom would burst from between his shoulders like a wilted, dying flower—wilting into nothingness, only to bloom again monts later.
Suddenly, all three heads converged into a single head,
The convergence was seamless—no twisting of flesh, no sound, just a sudden stillness. One mont, three distinct heads snarled and pulsed with power. Next, they folded into a single form, as if the space around them had decided there was only room for one truth.
That head... it wasn’t just larger, it was heavier with presence. Its shape was lupine, but grander—broader at the jaw, sleeker at the crown, the silhouette regal and monstrous in equal asure. Above it floated a black, broken crown—the Nihilthrone. It wasn’t forged of tal, but of ruin itself: jagged segnts of frozen runes, bent and cracked as though torn from collapsed prophecies. Between its fragnts drifted pale glimrs, like the light of dying stars trapped in ice.
The face beneath was covered in thick, short fur of a deep violet-black, shot through with faint veins of glowing red. Around its eyes, frost clustered and bled inward, like reverse-burning coals. The eyes themselves were solid crimson, ringed with shifting lines of Doomfrost script that looped slowly, almost thoughtfully, as if asuring the world.
Its maw, when it opened, revealed no fangs—just a hollow space filled with layers of lightless mist. A low glow pulsed deep inside, the color of old blood and colder things. From the sides of its throat, symbols flickered—each one montarily readable, then gone, like mories misrembered.
Then, it raised its head to the dark sky.
And it howled.
The sound wasn’t just noise—it was a pressure. A force. A storm of aning wrapped in sound. The air bent around it. Distant trees curled in on themselves. Water in nearby streams rippled, then froze in place.
All across the valley, beasts of King-rank and higher stopped moving. Their bodies stiffened. Their instincts scread. They had no na for what they felt—only that sothing their instincts could not identify had just awakened.
The howl of Alfred, the Ruinhowler Nihilthrone Cerberian, declared the entry of a Monster that was bound to lord over every other.
Azeis felt goosebumps as she heard the howl as well, her blood flow rushing fast.
"Wonderful. This is the first being with the origin of untold potential from John’s cosmoverse, Eldritch origin from my cosmoverse, and Monster origin from this Primostria Cosmoverse." Chuthulos whistled.
Alfred looked up at Chuthulos and Azelis, his eyes blinked. "I am feeling very powerful."
"Haha, you want to spend so of that bursting energy?" Chuthulos asked with a laugh.
Alfred nodded. "I feel a new power. It feels like I can...be much more."
"Try it on Azelis."
Alfred’s crimson eyes glimred with recognition at Chuthulos’s suggestion. Then, without another word, his form began to fracture—not in pain, but in purpose. The air around him pulsed as if the very laws of reality bent to allow what was coming.
From his chest and spine, streaks of ruinlight and Doomfrost mist unraveled like living cloth, separating from his imnse body in layered waves. His massive limbs broke down into floating glyph-etched fragnts—no blood, no sinew, just the deconstruction of form into pure essence.
Each piece carried intent, folding and spiraling in the air around Azelis. The mist curled in tighter. Starlight flashed in short bursts. The ice-dark crown above Alfred’s head split into a ring of flickering sigils, orbiting her like silent watchers.
Azelis didn’t step back. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes glowed faintly in response, resonating with the torrent of eldritch energy weaving around her body. She held out her hands, and the mont she did, the transformation was completed.
The armor ford.
It clamped over her arms first, coalescing into seamless vambraces of obsidian steel traced with crimson veins. Doomfrost script curled down the forearms, glowing gently with motion. Her legs were wrapped in flexible greaves forged from darkscale plates—light, yet fortified with an invisible tension that could snap bone on contact.
Over her torso, the suit shaped itself into a hardened carapace of ruinforged alloy and crystalized netherblood. The chestplate had a radiant central core—a symbol designed from his attributes, half-buried beneath shifting runes that pulsed with life like a second heart. From her back extended two wing-like projections—not feathers, not tal, but jagged mantle-fins of translucent ruinmist, giving her both propulsion and sheer intimidation.
The helm clicked last into place, descending as a crown-like hood with thin, retractable eye-plates—her vision remained clear, yet she saw layers beyond reality. Alfred’s third eye symbol—silent, watching—rested at the center of the brow, glowing faintly as if to guide her actions through silent communion.
Where her feet touched the ground, frost spiraled out. Where she moved, the mist followed.
Her entire fra radiated eldritch warborne aura—the fusion of multiple powers. This was not a suit. It was a will. Alfred’s will. His instincts, his resilience, his hunger—forged around her as a living weapon.
Azelis clenched her fist once, then vanished from view, only to reappear ten kiloters away above in a burst of collapsing mist.
"What the..." Azeliz was dumbfounded when she saw how far she had co.
Chuthulos’ avatar arrived beside her, clapping. "Wonderful. The power of Ruinlaw and Netherblood allows for teleport no slower than Space."
Ruinlaw basically collapsed the space, sense of distance to a certain extent while Netherblood allowed Azelis to transform into a mist, and with both converged into a sophisticated skill, an instant teleport-type move was born, which naturally, Alfred used, not Azelis.
"My stats, too." Azelis was dazed at the power she was feeling.
She was already at the peak of Sovereign-rank, but wearing this armor of Alfred made her stats freaking double!
If she used Soul Synergy, they would increase even more!
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