RISE OF EROS-Chapter 683 - 682

The sun was dying on the horizon, tinted a sickly red that seemed to announce the tragedy to come. Deep in a ruined cavern, hidden in a ravine that no creature dared cross, lay Carcom, the traitor dragon. Your journey continues on novelbuddy

His titanic body, covered in scars and open wounds, emitted a dim and disturbing glow. His every breath was a scream that resonated in the confines of the rock, an echo of pain and transformation.

It had been days or perhaps weeks since his confrontation with the dragon kings, time meaningless in this remote place. Those ancient beings, whose majesty was equaled only by their cruelty, had torn his flesh and broken his spirit.

Carcom had fought with a ferocity born of hatred, but it was not enough. He had been defeated, humiliated, and left on the brink of death. The true horror, however, came not with his physical wounds, but with the burden he had taken upon himself: the fragment of a fallen god that now dwelled within him.

Carcom writhed on the cavern floor, his body glowing with irregular pulsations. His scales, once a deep black, were beginning to fracture, leaking a purple and gold light that seemed alive, as if it had a will of its own.

The fragment of the fallen god was no mere source of power; it was an entity that sought to devour everything he was. Carcom felt his mind crumble under the weight of impossible whispers, voices that tempted and tormented him in equal measure.

"Shut up!" he roared, his torn voice echoing like thunder in the cavern, but the voices did not fall silent. They spoke of absolute power, immortal glory, and a universe kneeling before him. And then came the screams, the wailing of lost souls who had dared to defy that god in ages past. Carcom could not distinguish between truth and lies. Everything was chaos in his mind.

With superhuman effort, he rose to his hind legs, staggering. His body was not the same. His once majestic wings were torn, but from their broken edges sprouted filaments of energy that crackled like lightning.

His tail, once a sharp weapon, now branched into living shadow tentacles that writhed on their own. His physical form was being reshaped, a testament to the assimilation of the divine power that consumed him.

Carcom made his way toward an underground lake that reflected a phosphorescent green glow. Looking at his reflection, he barely recognized the dragon he had been. His eyes, once a fiery red, now glowed with an unnatural light, a vortex of chaos that seemed to devour reality itself.

For a moment, a flash of doubt crossed his mind. "What… am I now?" he murmured, his voice laden with a mix of horror and fascination. The fragment of the fallen god was quick to respond.

In the reflection of the lake, shadows twisted and formed a figure, a dragon that seemed an amalgamation of all the creatures Carcom had faced and destroyed in his life.

It was a twisted echo of himself, a mirror that showed what he could become if he gave in completely to the power that consumed him. "You are my herald," the figure whispered, its voice reverberating in the cavern like a dirge as it added, "My instrument of destruction. But first, you must prove yourself."

Without warning, the figure leaped from the water, becoming a physical manifestation. Carcom barely had time to react before the creature launched itself at him with a force that rivaled that of the dragon kings.

Their claws met in a clash that shook the walls of the cavern. It was a fight not only for survival but for dominance of his very soul.

Each blow they exchanged left scars that marked not only his body but his mind as well. With each passing second, Carcom felt the fallen god’s presence grow stronger, demanding that he surrender, that he accept chaos as his true nature.

However, Carcom refused. With a roar that shook the earth, he channeled the power that burned within him, unleashing a torrent of energy that consumed the figure in an explosion of light and darkness.

When the smoke cleared, Carcom was on his knees, panting. He had won, but he knew that this was not a victory. He had only delayed the inevitable. The weeks that followed were hell.

Carcom spent his days training, trying to control the power that now coursed through his veins like a poison. He learned to summon the shadows that twisted in his tail and manipulate the filaments of energy that sprouted from his wings, but every time he did so, he felt a little more of his sanity slip through his grasp.

At night, his dreams tortured him. In them, he saw cities burning, oceans evaporating, and skies torn by storms of chaos. At the center of it all, he was there, a monster that could not be stopped. And while a part of him was horrified, another, darker part of him reveled in the idea.

Finally, the day came when Carcom felt strong enough to leave the cavern. His body, now completely transformed, radiated an aura that made the rock around him fracture.

He was not the dragon he had been before; he was something else, something no mortal being could comprehend. Carcom spread his wings and ascended into the sky. Each beat of his wings echoed like thunder, and the shadows around him seemed to consume the light in their wake.

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He did not know exactly where he was going, but a force guided him. He knew that the time had come for revenge, to destroy those who had betrayed him and the dragon kings who had humiliated him.

He was completely unaware that his former companions from Purgatory were engaged in a full-scale battle. The organization, once his ally, had fallen into a conflict that shook the foundations of the world.

Carcom was no longer the dragon who cared about alliances or strategies. His mind was consumed by a single purpose: to unleash chaos. As he flew towards his destination, the lands he passed through suffered from his presence.

Fields withered, rivers dried up, and creatures fled in terror. Carcom was a herald of destruction, a dragon that had transcended its nature to become something far more dangerous.

On the horizon, the mountains of the dragon kings rose like an imposing barrier. Carcom smiled, a smile filled with darkness and power. The battle to come would be different.

This time, there would be no limits, no mercy. And though the voices in his mind continued to whisper, he now accepted them as part of himself. "Let the chaos begin," he said, before launching himself into the mountains, a whirlwind of shadows and destruction.

The world was just emerging from a massive battle that had destroyed many places and taken many lives, and now Carcom had appeared to add fuel to the fire. A second war was looming, but this time there was only one enemy, Carcom.