Chapter 49: The Story of the Primordial Era!
~BOOM!~
Damon and Mikayla clashed fiercly against each-other. Damon’s [ Banishing Shift: GEMINUS! ] fiercly rivaling Mikayla’s [ Eternal Punishment ~ Reality Oblivion! ], leading to a a massive implosion of energy, sending tyrannical shockwaves that destroyed and devoured any and everything in it’s path like a ferocious apex predator. During all of this, a pillar of white light appeared, illuminating and blinding every and anything, leaving the fate of the clash unknown.
Damon was currently feeling the aftereffects of the implosion. The immense pressure of the blinding, white pillar of lights aura was so intense that whenever Damon tried to move his body even slightly, he could feel his bones being crushed, his organs being squeezed and his injuries being intensified. Painful groans echoed out of Damon’s mouth as he tried to calm down.
Damon looked around, seeing nothing but the illuminating white pillar of light. Mikayla had disappeared, seemingly vanishing into thin air after their intense clash. Suddenly, Damon felt the very atmosphere trembling and the space around him cracking. The Sky began to crack as the world around him began to shatter. Soon it broke and all pieces of the sky started falling down around him.
Damon suddenly found himself in an apocalyptic area. The sun turned blood red, the sky was covered in a blanket of darkness, the clouds were green and poisonous. Eternal Chaos erupted all around Damon. Screams and roars filled the air, and the aura of the abyss swept around the entire region, the forms of all beings Damon saw twisted and demented.
Then, ~SNAP!~
"Huh?" Damon said. When the Demon regained himself, he found himself in a place that was all white. It couldn’t be called a hospital room, as it was almost completely empty and endless. The only things present in the room were 3 luxurious, throne esque chairs. Alongside those chairs, aside from Damon, there were also two ( 2 ) other figures present in the room.
One of them Damon recognized very easily, it was Mikayla, now wearing a luxurious Crimson Red Dress and looking at Damon with a sly smirk on her face.
The other lady was also someone Damon recognized, a beautiful lady who looked like a mature version of Mikayla. The lady was around 6’7 in height, with alluring skin that was a white as the celestial frost, and blood red hair that rivaled that of the pure blood of the gods. Compared to Mikayla, her figure was more majestic and mature, like a milf. A volumptuous pair of breasts and a bountiful waist. She was currently wearing a pitch black gown reeking of the aura of Demons and Death.
Her aura exuded power, mystery, and darkness, making it hard to look away from her. Her piercing red eyes almost trapping Damon in their beauty as he was so enchanted by them.
Damon suddenly realized the pain he was feeling had subsided, his massive, gaping wounds were now healed, his blood covered body now completely clean and his destroyed clothing now back to their previous unblemished form.