Chapter 71: The Age Of The Flesh God
The red cloaks and robes were destroyed as flesh grew about and bubbled into existence.
The five figures standing at the border of the shrine’s consecrated ground no longer resembled anything that could be called human.
Their presence began to distort the geometry of the air around them, the vertical ridges of their robes twitching with independent muscle, their fused masks pulsing faintly like breathing wounds carved from metal.
Their arms trembled once, then twice, the hundreds. Bones split down the center. Fingers folded inward. Veins thickened into cords. Their entire frames convulsed under unseen pressure, twisting into something new, as though the bodies had been pre-stitched with hidden layers waiting to be pulled out.
Without hesitation, Samael initiated her assault.
Every arcane node within her soul ignited in sequence. Layers of skill activation churned across her body like rings of invisible fire.
Ethereal lines flared along her limbs as energy surged through her veins. Her movements accelerated to a blur. Her feet struck the ground in patterns laced with layered glyphs, as if there are tens if not hundreds of skills being attempted to be cast simultaneously.
In the space between seconds, Samael released half a dozen invocation chains. Piercing rays of condensed will shredded the air.
Threads of corrupted soul-light tore through the limbs of the convulsing Helots. Energy laced with entropy formed into spears and daggers, flickering with divine disorder, then ruptured outward in expanding blooms of disintegration.
All of it collided with the transforming Helots, but nothing dissuaded them.
Their mass absorbed the attacks with grotesque elasticity.