Moyo felt the power of the prime aspect resonate with the world, the very air, the very life and soil of the planet resonated with his aspect, and of course, the prime aspect. He wasn’t too clear on what had happened to him, what he knew, was that he had finally unlocked the last boon of the first titan,

The prime aspect itself,

Still not sure on what it meant, its power was clear though, and he could feel it even now as he phased through his earlier position to the area where the true blade and Molrik fought. His very form pulsed with pure aether interwoven with his aspect, and right at his fingertips, he could feel the power to twist reality to his bidding. A sixth sense told him it was a power he shouldn’t mess with, and his Hud had been going crazy with notifications he minimized, but there was one notification he had seen and had given him the briefest of smiles,

Notice: mutator’s resistance (L) has evolved into mutator’s bane(M)!

Due to your resilience even against the very pure aspect of mutation by the lord mutator himself along with the prime aspect, you now have complete resistance to the aspect of mutation and decay Mutator’s bane has been upgraded to mythical class! Mutator’s bane has reached its peak- 1000!

Notice: congratulations, you have unlocked your first mythical skill!, you get:

100,000,000,000 diamond coins! 200,000,000,000 gold coins 300,000,000,000 silver coins 500,000,000,000 bronze coins 10,000 ingots of mithril! 100 mythical aether shard 1000 legendary aether shard 10,000 rare aether shard 100,000 uncommon aether shard 500,000 common aether shard Title: Bane of decay: this bestows upon you the ability to instantly wipe any being of decay or mutation from existence, your very proximity to them burns them from reality!.

Notice: Bane of decay has replaced title: mutator’s bane!.

Realizing he had acquired a title before known as mutator’s bane, Moyo chuckled to himself at the irony of evolving mutator’s resistance into its stronger form now, stronger being an understatement. He could literally see the threads of mutation aspect as Molrik sought to empower himself, and with a thought, slammed a shield around the planet with his aspect, effectively cutting off the power of Molrik from the abyss itself.

It cost the mutator a moment of lapse in concentration as he danced in a duel against Zane himself, the true blade capitalized on it in an instant, the weapon that burned and blistered even his eyes with the sharp power of Alastor tore into the lord mutator who grunted in agony, his armor taking the brunt of the attack but cracking with faint green light oozing from the cracks. Molrik slammed his full authority against the barrier Moyo placed around the planet and he felt it shake, shake, and then brush off the assault. Molrik blinked in confusion, speechless as he floated in the air like a trapped rat in a cage, Zane turned to Moyo,

“Titan blade” he said in greeting, nodding his head,

Molrik finally noticed his presence, eyes wide as he turned to Moyo,

“Lord Zane” Moyo answered in reply,

Zane sheathed the blade, reality returning to its dormant state without the oppressive feeling of edges around them, Moyo idly wondered if he could had wrestled control of reality from the aspect of edges, he snorted, he probably could, with enough time, because that was what the prime aspect did,

Wield reality itself,

Not aether, nor intent, nor any other form of power bequeathed to the supreme beings, it wielded the very fabric of reality itself, in short, he could assume control of all the main aspects himself, because he had the prime aspect. Still, common sense warned him not to mess with reality, at least not now, not when he didn’t understand the intricacies of the power, besides, he could feel it bone deep that his form as it was couldn’t handle the stress of the power. Sure, he could use it to empower himself to a reasonable extent, but anything pushing too much could be devastating to him.

Molrik snarled,

“What is this?’ he asked,

“Who are you?”

Moyo shrugged,

“Your children, servants, whatever you refer to them as call me the anathema” Moyo started,

“it’s not a term I’m overtly fond of, but yeah, consider me the bane of your existence” the titan blade completed,

Molrik stabbed his hand straight through his chest with a squelching noise as Moyo and Zane looked totally disgusted,

“I should had killed you when I had the chance, permit me to remedy that now” the lord mutator said as he literally tore out his entire spinal cord, the bony structure forming rigidly into a staff of pure bone,

Moyo guessed another one immediately replaced it, but he still couldn’t stop the look of distaste on his face, he spoke,

“Firstly, if you weren’t so high on rage currently, you’d see that you’re at a disadvantage here, cut off from the abyss, about to face I and the true blade” Moyo started as he raised one finger,

“Secondly, you never had the chance to kill me, and to be honest, I am quite disappointed in a lord of the abyss, being this…. hmm…. weak?” Moyo said as Zane stared at him with wide eyes,

The true blade knew what he was doing, the mutator knew what he was doing, and still it worked. Molrik, baited to levels of rage beyond comprehension roared as he shone with pure aspect power, Zane slamming a barrier of sharp intent around himself, the skies of the planet growing putrid green once again.

The titan blade snapped his fingers and the entire show of power was wiped out, all traces of abyssal power siphoned away into pure aether. Molrik staggered, looking exhausted and tired,

“can’t have that, can we?” Moyo said darkly,

The mutator looked terrified of Moyo as he floated closer, body burning with sigils that shone purple and gold, Gegun and dominion floating at his sides,

“You know” Moyo started,

“I really really hated you, I mean I still do hate you, you cost me the lives of ascenders innumerable, my legion, innocent lives, and I swore to kill you in the most brutal means possible” he continued,

“But I stare at you now and all I feel is pity and revulsion, nothing of the lord of mutation that drove fear into the very hearts of the souls living in the archailect remains” he said,

Molrik bristled as his eyes glowed,

“Moyo” Zane warned,

“Oh I know, he has some trick left in him” the tian said,

Molrik stood straight as he grabbed the spine staff by two hands,

“mutate” he uttered with authority,

Moyo felt the abyssal power somehow seep through his shields even as he cut it off almost immediately, but it had been enough, judging by the smile on the face of Molrik. The staff hummed and then shattered into dust, permeating the body of the mutator, Molrik howling to the very skies. Zane moved that second, the blade of Alastor swinging through the air for the neck of the screaming mutator.

Moyo saw the danger and willed his aspect to move him, appearing right next to Zane and pushing him out of the way, the claw slamming into his chest and shattering. Molrik had grown larger, the very aspect of mutation pulsing from him as a black stone with a green glowing rune embedded straight within his chest cavity glowed. Reality wailed as Moyo’s eyes widened, realizing what Molrik had done, the mutator had summoned the very aspect of mutation itself, condensed into a physical form into the planet.

Meaning that even if Moyo cut off his access to the abyss, Molrik had just dragged the entire arbor of mutation straight into the planet itself. Moyo felt the creatures of Molrik about to materialize and without a second thought flooded the very planet with his aspect, summoning his core realm. A giant mountain broke out of the very grounds behind him, its flat top glowing with a throne of purple and gold swirling. Above in the air, his deific vault materialized with a loud gong, dispersing the power of Molrik who shrieked in pure agony. He swung Gegun and dominion as one, his blades tearing through the air and reality alike to slam into the armored shoulders of Molrik, leg moving to slam into the creature itself.

The mutator disappeared from visible view, tearing through the very skies faster than sound, the titan followed, putting one glance at the true blade,

“Wipe out the abominations!” he shouted before going after Molrik,

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Zane watched as the titan blade phased away, drawing the pure intent blade, lips pursed. Whatever power the titan blade had accessed to, it had pushed him to the circle of the strongest the archailect could boast of, in fact, he was there and some. Banishing the scary thought of the titan blade surpassing the strengths of even the primordials, he wondered just how strong the child was, a master if he was not mistaken with the powers of a peak primordial judging from the power he had felt minutes ago. What really bothered the true bade was the fact that he realized just how similar the child was to ajax.

The omega blade had attacked the scythe squad and as such, declared wanted dead or alive by the powers of the archailect, last he heard, even the primordials were all but too eager to hunt down the son of the reaper, after all, few things or beings in existence could give them a good fight. Pouring the aspect of Alastor through the blade, he swung it once, eradicating the entire host of creatures of Molrik that had barely formed. He noticed just how weak the manifestations were, a testament to the waning power of the mutator, and then he glanced at the shield of pure aspect that protected the world, not that it needed it though, seeing as the very space of the planet had been wiped clear of abyssal manifestations as well.

He sheathed his blade and donned his reed hat back, a new dawn was coming for the archailect, that much he could see as he plucked what looked like a red fruit from a tree, feeling the growing powers of Altair, the jade and the avatar of flames coming towards his direction. Tapping into his bond with the supreme being, he felt the sliver of consciousness that taxed his mind despite his minute form,

“The being of aether?” he asked,

He felt his supreme being pause and consider the theory, Zane had spent close to a millennium in the service of Alastor, he was privy to a little of the great game being played by the supreme beings. Alastor and Lotes contended with each other in this part of the archailect, those with keen insight or just a touch of these respective beings’ boons could feel such, and these series of events felt like it had the prints of Lotes all over it,

“NO” the presence of Alastor replied, Zane wincing,

His supreme being had never been one for long or detailed explanations for that matter, he nodded and cut off the link. Sighing, what the titan blade had just accomplished would send ripples through the archailect, drawing all gaze to himself, then again, what being bar any primordial or the supreme beings themselves would think it wise to mess with the titan blade?.

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Moyo caught up to Molrik in the air, grabbing the mutator by the throat, Molrik screaming as the very touch of the titan blistered his very body. Slamming him straight into the ground with a punch, he landed next to the already healing crater made by the lord of the mutator, flicking hiss hand in distaste at the abyssal fluids seeping from the battered body of the mutator. The greenish liquid sizzled as it seeped directly into the soil, flowers booming around the mutator, Moyo slid next to the groaning Molrik who spat before speaking, his wounds refusing to heal,

“We were worshiped as heralds of destruction, our only matches the primordials and those harbingers, now a mere master bests me” he said with such venom,

Moyo ignored the barbs in the words, drawing Gegun,

“Change, a factor you lords of the abyss never considered could happen” he said,

“You were used to the status quo, the battle of attritions you had with the archailect and when you thought you finally had a chance to switch the balance, you never considered the other side might have one of their own, did you?” Moyo asked,

The mutator struggled to his feet, his arms torn, body haggard, he chuckled though,

“but that’s the thing, isn’t it?, you don’t belong to them, your purpose is something else entirely, isn’t it, anathema?" Molrik asked,

The titan froze, Gegun in hand,

“What do you mean?” he asked cautiously,

“I’ve always wondered why Araman took a special interest in some nobody, too late did I see the connection” Molrik said with a hacking cough,

“oh?, what foul purpose are you thinking of?” Moyo asked, trying to feign disinterest,

Molrik laughed,

“And spoil the surprise, no, not one bit” he spat,

Moyo gripped Gegun,

“Then your life is forfeit” Moyo replied,

“True, but you can’t kill me can you, titan blade?” the mutator asked,

Moyo raised one eyebrow,

“you don’t have it in you, do-“Molrik said as Gegun pierced his chest, his words choking him, eyes wide,

Moyo stood in front of the mutator, twisting the blade in as Molrik groaned, still shocked at what just happened,

“You really think I’d play games with you?” he bit out,

“You cost me hundreds of souls, ascenders who had lives, all in your sick game to gain power, you’re just the beginning, I’m going to go after the rest of your siblings, one by bloody one” he growled,

Molrik stared at the blade then at the titan blade,

“anathema” he groaned as his very form blazed in purple and gold fires, burning to ashes,

Moyo withdrew Gegun, watching as a large rune stone dropped out of the ashes of Molrik and into his hand. He picked it, taking a deep breath as he sighed, he had done it, he had ended a lord of the abyss,

Then reality cracked and shattered,

A presence peeked through, Moyo’s mind shattered into a thousand pieces, his very existence blazing like an inferno in the deep darkness. A form moved in the deepest of darkness, its form like a slithering shadow, and then an eye appeared, a deep red serpentine eye gazing on the burning figure of the titan blade. Before it could move another figure blazed to life, a blinding white figure with burning white eyes, behind the white form blazed a living fire, burning with aether and shaping into the form of a dragon,

“NO!” the dragon uttered, its command rippling through the infinite darkness,

The thing in the dark hissed, retreating from the form of the dragon and the blinding blazing figure, grabbing the form of the titan blade, the white being threw it back into reality. His consciousness snapped back into place as his notifications from his Hud started pouring in, but the form of the titan blade lay on the ground, unconscious even as ships began to enter the atmosphere.