?

Presently, news of the battle must be spreading, and his enemies from the nexus who should be searching for him must be rushing to this location. The news his Angels gave him after infiltrating the cities shocked him, but also reaffirmed his resolve.

The Empire was hunting him! This was not a quiet chase by the Order but a full-blown manhunt for him. Rowan now understood the reason Scarvros was rushing back to the underground city.

He was lucky he decided to kill the man quickly because he wanted to keep information about himself secret, not knowing that he was already recognized by Scarvros. His cautiousness had saved him while he was still weak at that time.

In the bounty report he was shown, he saw that the Tiberius Family and the Kuranes Family were hunting him, which should be equal to the entire Empire hunting him. He had underestimated his value to the Order, and he was surprised his unique situation was advertised to the entire Empire, although the reason for hunting him was stated as him being a thief, he wondered what else they knew about him, and of the full nature of the Primordial Record and his current bloodline.

He would have fallen into despair, but power made everything simpler, he had the information, and he had his unique resources, he had made the plans, now was the time to act.

Rowan closed his eyes. He was becoming used to his Empyrean Sense, and that was how he knew since the moment his bloodline had seized the power it first devoured in the future, that he was no longer alone, and he had a stalker.

“Tell me. Have you seen enough Erohim?”

There was silence and Rowan sighed, “The battle on the moon would have spread all over the Empire, and our enemies have been alerted by the anomaly on this planet, as we speak I’m sure an army is bearing down on your world, and every second we spend on meaningless posturing is going to cost us.”

A formless androgynous voice spread all over space, “WHO ARE YOU!” Rowan smiled.

®

The Empire Spaceship Merigold moved through the void, and against regulations all the lights and communication were switched off, even the engine was switched off. Yet, it still moved at a speed beyond its apparent capabilities.

The Merigold moved through space like a piece of debris, and a faint bloody fog covered the ship that pushed it through space. From afar, the ship resembled a piece of bleeding meat. ｎ𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｃｏ𝚖

Inside the ship was silence that was interrupted now and then by low growls. The depths of the ship had transformed into a nightmarish living thing, like a hive of a bee made of bloody pulsating flesh.

Twisted figures from nightmares patrolled through the hulls of the fleshy ship, and low growls came from them when they bumped into each other.

“Why do they do that? Are they not supposed to work as one?” Augustus’ weary voice spoke out, his arms had regenerated from the last set of torture he had undergone, but now from the waist down, everything was missing.

He was naked, and he had deep cuts all over his body as if someone had taken a carving knife and sliced through the muscles of his body. His left chest had been sliced open and his beating heart could be seen, and the small quiver his body made spoke of the profoundness of his pain.

He was speaking to the white haired Abomination champion who was hovering in the air, cross-legged with his eyes closed except for the last pair of eyes that were fixed on Augustus. The Champion gave no response.

The Abomination Champion had three pairs of eyes, the other two pairs sat below his first set of eyes and were on his cheek and the last was closer to the top of his mouth.

Augustus noticed that only one pair was open at a time, he had quickly learned to be wary of the current opened set of eyes because each pair of eyes had their individual effect on the Champion, and depending on the particular pair of eyes that was open, the personality of the Champion would change.

For instance, these last pair of eyes that were open were the smallest, almost like the eyes of a child, and when it was opened the Champion did nothing but stare at him, and he discovered that if he made funny faces, the Champion would laugh like a child, he discovered that when he was screaming or groaning in pain, if this set of eyes were open the Champion would begin laughing. The first time it happened, the sound of laughter had creeped him so much that Augustus had fainted.

Soon he got used to the sound, but he had to be careful because if the Champion laughed too much, the pair of eyes in the middle would open; that was when the nightmare would begin once more.

The eyes in the middle were the ones responsible for his present condition. When it opened it was ravenous and unfortunately Augustus flesh was the choice meal. He had nearly died many times beyond counting but for his blasted Tiberius blood, no matter how thin it was in his present body, it always regenerated him from the brink of death.

The Tiberius bloodline was notorious for this quality as their control over the Pathway of Blood gave them an overpowered healing factor, and they were very difficult to kill, especially at the second circle and upward.

Augustus had lost track of time underneath the relentless torture, but he knew it must not have been more than a week, maybe two at most, but he has nearly died more than a hundred times.

The current pair of eyes that were fixed on him were now colored with dissatisfaction because for some time now, Augustus had stopped making it laugh, he had no choice but to hold in his cries of pain for it would undoubtedly wake up the middle eyes and his torture would begin that much sooner.

But the one that made him despair the most, was the one on top. The first pair of eyes.