Prologue - End of Days (2)

"Hahahahahaaa, Z'hel-Eko you are really a dazzling genius, a reincarnation of the First Archon, but you are a fool!"

The bald transcendent barked out as he laughed with greed and madness in his eyes.

"You have already cultivated to the limit of the ancient returning realm but forcefully broke through to the primordial initiate realm, too bad you will never consolidate your foundation, and will receive the backlash. Hahahaa no matter what you do you will die here. I M'h-Labala shall have the satisfaction of slaying a genius with my own hands. Everyone! Attack him!"

M'h-Labala ordered even as he invoked his art of demonic transformation. Growing glittering scales all over his body from his wriggling bloody tattoos and even wings to increase his speed to demonic levels, as he hefts his gigantic great Axe and rushed forward, his body also erupting with blood-red aura in waves to affect everything in a 30 meters radius around him, melting everything and assimilating them into his domain releasing a fishy bloody smell.

Even as his voice fell, all the body refining transcendent and close combat warriors invoking their own world shaking transformations that brought them unto the peak of their fields and even the world.

The transcendent sorcerers all retreating together and joining into a queer but mighty formation, locking down the surrounding space of 100 kilometers from teleportation and making it near down as heavy as 10,000 mountains unto the single warrior Z'hel-Eko, and simultaneously empowering the other transcendent in this 100 kilometer space.

If this was any other transcendent, they would never be able to escape the encirclement and would surely perish in the face of this overwhelming odd stacked against them.

But who was Z'hel-Eko, he is the only one after the Archon of old to comprehend the human origin totem, the totem made inside man as the origin creator sculpted the first man and gave him the breath of life. This human origin totem the right aya for man. If any comprehends it, he shall be able to sweep through the world of transcendent and have a higher chance of ascending into the primordial plane.

So in front of this overbearing diagram that could crush the average transcendent into pulp, and in the face of the over thousand mighty transcendent attacking him, Z'hel-Eko stood tall, his black and blue aura forming a kind of shield condensing back to 50 meters from him to holding out against that overbearing formation. To withstand that formation with his aura alone, this already showcases his strength, but he did not get complacent and still remained cool headed, invoking his own arts, the heaven rupture arts, immediately he transformed.

Ballooning to a 30 meters tall giant and compressing that huge body mass back down immediately to a 9ft tall giant, but nothing like he was before.

This was not a simple cultivation art, but a bloodline power achievable by only the titan race, a race of gigantic human, who are cousins of the human race, but are towering giants with the shortest at over 30ft, having monstrous physical strength that even bellied there great size. They have the inborn talent of condensing their bodily strength into smaller frames, to give them greater strength, but this came at the drawback of unimaginable pain, that would kill the faint of heart and deter people with an iron will.

A transformed titan will become smaller with the body taking an obsidian hue and a perfect transformed titan will have sharp golden runes engraved onto the body, and can be transform infinitely without any pain. For all returns to the origin....MAN

But as a human, Z'hel-Eko cultivated this art as a human, making the pain four times greater because of forcibly stretching his body and re-condensing it again, even though origin energy made it possible.

The transformed Z'hel-Eko stood even fiercer with his skin taking a very deep obsidian hue and faint golden runes engraved unto his body, shining from within him. And vibrations pulsing from his very body like his heartbeat.

He waved his hand, causing the fair maiden's body to disappear and within his hands a black spear appears, 3ft thick and 12ft tall, the spear thrums with power and matching the vibrations coming from his body.

All this takes time to explain but they happened in just a breaths worth of time.

Even as he grips his spear, a roar of rage escapes his mouth as he rushes forward to meet the incoming army and its commander.

"No one shall leave here alive!!"