The Primordial Record - #258 - 258 Speed Blitz

Eva did not acknowledge the kneeling Angel, and began concentrating on cracking the imprints left behind by Valen, although it was widely known it was quite difficult to break the imprint on a Spatial Ring with a still living owner.

In twelve more seconds, the job was done, and the shadow of Eva gave the kneeling Angel the key for the Teleportation portal, Dora bowed and left, while Eva looked on for a period noting the state of the city and when the Teleportation Portal in the distance disappeared she nodded, and a flash of light appeared and she vanished taking the Spatial Ring with her.

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Nezrakim was in dire straits but from his expression you could not tell, he had killed thousands and had virtually destroyed most of the Boreas powers inside the city, but he was now being pressed by two Dominators in the second circle.

One of them was a female with long blond hair that commanded an Army of green plant soldiers that reduced Nezrakim offensive to nothing by endlessly soaking up the damage he inflicted, and no matter how many of the plant soldiers he destroyed, countless more were there to take their place. Her beautiful face was contorted with rage as she kept endlessly drawing out the plant soldiers until there were hundreds of thousands of them besieging him and every move he made seemed like it was falling into a depthless lake.

The other was a Dominator wielding a large ice hammer and riding on a large goat, and he was the governor of Mrinah, he had destroyed dozens of the bodies that Zerakim had inhabited, but he was not the biggest problem. He possessed high offensive power but little else.

The goat he rode upon was fast and galloped on the air as if it were land, and its yell was a sonic scream that was distracting in the sheer annoyance you feel when hearing its bleating, but Nezrakim adapted and soon began ignoring the sound.

After the body he possessed was destroyed, it should have been a simple thing for him to find another body and continue his reign of terror, but the female Dominator must-have a heightened spiritual sensitivity because the moment the body he possesses was destroyed she always closes her eyes and right when Nezrakim chooses a new body she would detect him and point him out.

Without her interference, Nezrakim would have been able to run circles even around second circle Dominators, and the constant destruction of his possessed bodies were pushing him to the edge, and when he realized that Dora was about to complete her mission before he could, Zerakim went insane.

An astonishing sight began to be unveiled before the two-second circle Dominators present.

“Be careful Silas, whatever this creature is, it’s about to reveal its true self.”

“Ever ready Melusine, it would eat my hammer!” Silas the governor of Mrinah laughed, he was lucky he had a powerful Dominator like Melusine by his side, else this battle would be countless times tougher. Her abilities were of the sort that were considered forbidden outside the core members of the family and he wondered why the Bacchus Family would allow such a talented Dominator to become a mercenary. 

Nezrakim began his transformation, he started as a ball of meat that caught aflame and started to melt and stretch.

He expanded himself until he stood at twelve feet and resembled a man made from twigs, his skin was red like hot coal and his face contained only a single large blinking eye with flaming pupils, a voice emerges from around his body and he spoke,

“Forgive me! Your struggles are a testament to the strength of your conviction, but you should know that every light in all existence belongs to the Creator, and although this beautiful Dance of Flesh we are partaking of is a tribute to his name, I do not have the time for more.”

His back exploded and wings of flesh that stretched for more than a hundred feet appeared behind him, and he flapped them twice and disappeared from sight. A fraction of a second later, the ceiling above the underground city exploded as his body pierced through it and escaped, large chunks of rock began to rain down on the city below.

“After him!” Silas roared and followed, Melusine frowned and followed, the goat carrying the governor bleating in excitement of the chase.

 But it soon became clear, whatever this creature was, they were not his match at all in terms of speed, in eight more seconds, they could no longer detect its presence at all.

She and Silas shared a look, as a sense of apprehension passed through their Spirit, and they looked towards the horizon, in search of it. 

Nezrakim had been slowly gathering the most durable muscle of every Dominator they possessed—their heart, and with it, he had crafted these wings of flesh, his flight path took him to the horizons, and in two minutes he was already six thousand miles away.

There was more than one way to achieve his objectives and he always preferred to be direct and he began using what was arguably his most potent ability. Nezrakim began circling back, building up his speed, as he commenced gathering flames in his hands.

By the time he returned to the city he was flying at Mach 20, the most his current body could handle, and he still pushed himself a bit more.

Melusine with her sensitive Spirit detected something incoming with ridiculous speed, and that was only what saved her life, although she was not the target. A golden light zipped past her even as she flung all her energies to veer to the side. 

She silently watched with horror as her left hand was vaporized from her elbows down, leaving a stump glowing red with heat.

Silas made a dull coughing sound and as she turned, she saw him standing in the air with the light leaving his eyes. 

A glowing hole that covered his neck to his waist was all that was left of his torso, as Zarakim had passed through his body faster than he could even process, and destroyed all his internal organs, and the flames entered through his neck and turned his brains to ash, the goat underneath him bleating in sorrow at his dead master.

Melusine wanted to scream before the shockwave of the passing Angel reached them and like a thunderstorm it impacted her, flinging her towards the ground where she landed like a meteor. The goat landed beside her with a sickening crack and she turned to see its neck had been broken.

Nezrakim slammed once more into the city, angling himself to hit what was left of the mansion.