The Primordial Record



Chapter 1462 The Voice Of Rage

The two maces hit empty air leaving a long trail of flame in the air, missing their intending target by a mile, the body of the Dark One that should have been launched farther by the red skulls into the falling weapons had not, instead in a reality-defying motion, the Dark One returned to his previous position as if he had never been pushed back.

This unexpected diversion by the Dark One led Firen to be open to attack because he had barely even begun to pull his hand back after that first slash, and he had been hoping to follow through with his next attack, but like a gigantic specter of death, the Dark One was before him. Firen smiled, before the gate of death, he was at peace. What happened next went by incredibly quickly, as the Dark One now close to Firen struck like a viper, his left hand pierced into Firen's body repeatedly, at least a dozen times, and every time he removed his hand, he was either holding an organ or a sizable chunk of bone, all of these was tossed to the side, discarded like trash.

Despite the sort of sounds that would have killed a thousand men, Firen roared, the sound a haunting dirge as he swung his blade, but there was barely any power in his hands and he collapsed to his knees in front of the Dark One, in an instant, he was beaten, yet his blade never left his hand.

Behind the Dark One, Olaf who had missed his swing was rushing over, white flames surrounding his feet, boosting his speed, but the intensity of the flames paled in comparison to what Firen had been capable of, however, it still brought him close to the Dark One relatively quickly as his figure seemed to vanish and he reappeared in the air, a few feet above his target, his arms were already poised upwards to strike, his mace glowing like twin stars, but those arms never dropped.