The Last Primal

Crowning the manic cackle the young master, Lord Bart was seemingly losing his last strains of sanity into, at the same time a strange phenomenon could be seen. 

His trembling body, that first was accounted to the heavy heaves of his strained breathing, then to his weird, crazy, mad actions have not ceased but instead became weirder by each passing second. 

His shoulders were trembling, as he slowly, but surely raised his arms drawing a wide berth, eventually turning his frame into a devoted vagrant, preying for the blessing or perhaps the salvation to an entity residing in a higher plane. 

Yet, if that would be the case only, his retainers wouldn't be smirking with a knowing grin plastered on their faces, forgetting even their shameful, humiliating defeat in the process. No, at most, their leader would be labeled as a crazy madman, and then consequently chained as he should be.

No, the strange event didn't stop there, but gradually progressed further. His manic cackling never ceasing, it only gained more and more support through some mysterious, unknown means whilst also the tone gradually shifting, turning into a more sinister voice, even gaining a strange, deeper undertone in the process. A duality of some sort, as if not one, but two creatures were sounding in perfect sync, talking, speaking, and laughing in unison.

Lord Bart's body kept on shivering, though at this point it seemed as if he was having a sudden seizure. His body was convulsing, though not yet dropped down on the ground, he didn't seem that far of it either. 

His eyes hung up, revealing nothing but pure white sclera as he kept on cackling, laughing that no longer felt that it came from pure joy, happiness, or anything positive related but now felt frightening… terrifying even.

Strange, dark, almost black smoke was released, expunged from his pores, forming a thin, semi-translucent layer of gaseous barrier around his frame, shrouding his figure further into his dark, twisted form.

Lord Bart's handsome visage now transformed, as his facial muscles contorted into forming devilish curves reaching almost demonic proportions. His white sclera turned gradually darker as the taint of darkness soon began to seep into coming somewhere below the depths of his very being, perhaps the core of his soul.

Suddenly his muscles swelled, bulging as they seemingly doubled their mass and weight in a flash of a single second. His veins, that were previously residing and hiding beneath his supple fair skin, now covered his body like an unholy chaotic grid of webs, showing themselves much to the spectating crowd's dismay as they protruded through Lord Bart's clothes.

*RIP!* *TEAR!*

Suddenly the shredding of his clothes could be heard coming from Lord Bart's back. Strange, triangular-shaped bone-like spikes emerged following the trail of his spine all the way towards below his waistline, where they seemingly vanished without a trace. They were akin to the fins of the massive mythical beasts from ancient, prehistoric times that tore through Lord's Bart shirt and even his reinforced leather vest.

His muscles gradually swelled even further, soon defeating the fabric's last remaining bits of resistance and revealing the strange, greyish-looking new, veinous fiber, his skin tissue underneath. 

His nails darkening, they transformed into a sharp set of straight claws, that from the distance wasn't too dissimilar to the sharpened tips of the throwing daggers' ebony blades.

As if signaling the end of the strange eerie transformation, Lord Bart's cackling soon began to die down and fade away. Soon he turned silent, though the sinister-looking demonic sneer was retained over his face, dominating his expression as he slowly raised his head and turned to look at his opponent, the tall blonde amazon Naybeah.

Despite the emerging monstrous self of this supposed human noble heir, Naybeah's excitement didn't falter, she wasn't scared by any bit. 

If anything, after witnessing such a strange demonic transformation her excitement soared even further, reaching newer, previously never experienced heights and zeniths.

Her thirst for battle never ceased, she was grinning just as madly, as she did before, she reinforced her grip over the handle of her humongous war axe as she slowly raised it diagonally in front of her body. 

"Nice… I hope you will be provide sufficient challenge before you lose… whatever this is." She sneered, rotating the handle, watching as the circular metal head of her axe spun around.

Looking at her sneer, Lord Bart's lips slowly parted, but the voice it came out was not his own, but belonged to someone… or perhaps something else…

"Hehehe… Ignorant mortal… You will soon learn the consequences of forcing HIM to undo the seals and unleash me! I will feast on your flesh, and quench my thirst with your boiling blood! DIE FOR ME HUMAN!" A deep, rumbling voice reverberated over the battlefield.

As he uttered his last words, suddenly a shock wave erupted, a force of energy was released, rippling across the vast plain of the ruins of the ancient city. The force was strong to the point, that it threw several unsuspecting Silver Howl mercenaries to the ground, whilst the others could only remain standing because of their familiarity with their missing young leader and his similar actions in the past. 

They have all made sure to plant their feet deeper into the ground, sinking it beneath the soil, allowing them to withstand the sudden pressure with some additional effort.

The aura that exploded coming from the demonically transformed Lord Bart however, was unlike the thick, heavy divine power this young leader, Aiden was known for by now. No, this one made the surrounding air lose several degrees in temperature, turning the air, quiveringly, bone-chilling cold. The winds that blew by felt like coming from the ice-capped arctics, whistling with the strange gloomy, eerie delight. It was a deep killing intent, honed and perfected through myriads of battles.

Whoever was the owner, holder of such terrifying domain, must have murdered, slaughtered, and may have even reaped not in the hundreds but most likely thousands upon thousands of souls.

This entity was surely not of this world. He wasn't Lord Bart, but something else. A creature residing in a separate plane of existence. The wretched forsaken counterpart of the heavens… 

A devil contracted from the depths of Hell, their souls bonded through some unknown means or magical contract… Lord Bart unleashed a true demon, upon his foe!

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Lord Bart abruptly jumped up, his body charging forward with an explosive, violent sudden momentum. His eyes, completely dark, looking like the empty void, he rushed towards the loosely prepared blonde amazon. 

His face twisted into the same sinister, cruel grin, his clawed hands were raised, he had long since cast away his sabre…

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