The instant Damien finished consuming the storm, Chaos charged. The lightning that blocked his way was removed, so it had to take this opportunity to eliminate the threat to its life.
Chaos, in reality, didn't have a personality. It had an arrogance ford by its life as a supre concept, but any sort of emotion or personality he showed was just an act.
As a Spiritual God, the only "emotions" he could show were those that related to the concept. Even then, rather than being true emotions, those were just another manifestation of Chaos.
The ego of the Spiritual God had little to no control over its actions. It was rely born as a byproduct of the creation of a physical form. However, there was one ti that any being could show true emotion regardless of whether they were allowed or not.
When their lives were threatened, even beings who didn't know fear would at least feel a sense of self-preservation. Unless they were specifically trained to dull this sense, it was impossible for anyone to avoid it.
For the first ti in its life, Chaos felt real emotion. It felt a desire to live that forced it to kill the man in front of it.
The curiosity it had about his na was not small. That na held imnse value that Damien himself was clearly not aware of. It needed to know if Damien was in any way related to "that person," but it could no longer fulfill that desire.
The black and red energy of chaos ran rampant, sparking into the atmosphere in a form similar to the lightning that struck monts ago. It moved in close, but not nearly close enough for hand-to-hand combat. It stopped its movents within just a few feet of Damien and rapidly retreated, holding its hand out and releasing power.
A huge red do was ford with Damien at its center. When Chaos closed its fist, the do pulsated, releasing waves of power that bore into Damien's body.
"Infection" was what Chaos was most familiar with. At so point, anyone would turn into a chaotic being when injected with enough of the energy.
It wanted to use its energy to convert even a single fingernail of Damien's so that it had sothing to latch onto when attacking continuously.
However, the light-covered Damien no longer had any openings.
He overgeared himself for the sole purpose of slaughtering and devouring Chaos. It wasn't that he evened the playing field. He shattered it and gave himself an absolute advantage.
The pulse of Chaos couldn't penetrate his skin in the slightest.
'That's not to say that Chaos can't damage anymore, but I won't fall to casual attacks.'
More importantly, when Damien decided to attack…
BOOOOOM!
To use Existence in a place where nothing existed was impossible. However, its presence created such a violent reaction that it could be used as the perfect weapon.
Damien rely exerted the energy of Existence where Chaos stood and the realm broke apart, becoming a field of black lightning. That lightning was no longer controlled by a face of Nonexistence. As Damien devoured its face, he wouldn't be affected by it either.
However, for Chaos, being inside of a zone where Existence and Nonexistence clashed was like being thrown into a at grinder.
His physical body was instantly torn apart. The energy form that truly represented him escaped, but Damien was already in the process of chasing it.
Existence made Chaos look weak, but it was not weak by any ans.
"I will not die so easily!" It roared.
Its energy body solidified into a humanoid form and gathered all of the power in its surroundings.
Chaotic energy and Nonexistence beca one, creating a huge black and red wave that swallowed everything in the vicinity.
"Die!"
The wave crashed towards Damien from every direction. Before getting close, though, they were stopped by an invisible force.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Black lightning exploded out from every place of contact like deadly fireworks. The entire environnt, including the Dragon Lord's mansion, was reduced to nothingness. On the flat plain only inhabited by energy, Damien faced that enormous wall of chaos. He looked beyond it with a frown.
'Is it trying to flee?'
If a Spiritual God's instinct was self-preservation, then it was natural to flee. Chaos encountered a force it knew nothing about that opposed everything it stood for. Even without seeing what Damien could do while wielding that force, the correct decision was to escape and return when he had more knowledge.
Unfortunately, this was not a battle that Chaos could avoid.
With a flash of light, Damien canceled distance and arrived near where he sensed the concept's energy mass.
BOOM!
He was not the one who attacked. Sensing the changes in the fabric of the island, Chaos preemptively attacked.
Its power coiled into the form of a dragon and breathed flas of chaos onto Damien. He imdiately put up a shield to block it, but at that sa mont, black lightning flashed behind him.
BOOM!
The fabric of the island shattered again. From the center of the explosive catastrophe, hundreds and thousands of rotting black arms reached out and grabbed at Damien. He was forced to push away, feeling a serious deathly aura from them. Only, as he was focused on those arms, Chaos took him by surprise with an attack that was guaranteed to make contact.
After all, it grabbed the back of Damien's head in its hands and released its energy without restriction.
"Khhh…!"
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. At this distance, Damien couldn't protect himself from the invasion of Chaos. He was just barely ready for it because he'd devoured a fragnt of its power before, but it still wasn't enough.
The red and black energy flooded his spiritual world and soul. The piece in his soul was instantly devoured, but his mind was still forced to endure. The energy aid for his mories, altering them and filling him with aggression. It wanted to tear him apart from the inside. The goal wasn't to kill him imdiately, but to control him so that he could be killed in a single instant.
The shining light on Damien's body beca brighter as he forcefully expelled the energy. Rather than moving away, he grabbed the Spiritual God and made sure he couldn't run away. The energy of devouring flooded out of Damien's palms and crawled up Chaos' arms.
"This…! This is…! So you are truly–"
BOOM!
Chaos detonated his arms and ran away. His words weren't ant for Damien, but for himself. He felt the force that wanted to consu him vividly. With that alone, he made the decision that fighting simply wasn't worth it.
See, Spiritual Gods beca stronger as the faith people had in them increased.
Chaos definitely had a good following, but he was never expecting Damien's intervention. The plan he created himself was failing him. After all, over the past two days, countless chaos worshippers had been captured, and nurous more were forced to go into hiding to avoid persecution.
It was originally ant to be a front, but the chaos worshippers didn't know that yet. As they ceased their activities and stopped praying, Chaos had been temporarily weakened.
If it wanted to beco strong enough to face Damien in his current form, then it needed to gather faith and cause chaos. It needed to beco stronger.
Damien was bound to chase it, so battle was inevitable. However, before it started again, Chaos was going to beco an entity that even the Damien who wielded a mysterious power could not stand against. Because anyone who was related to "that person" could not be left alive.
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