The Primordial Record novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34 Berserker (2)

Rowan would have been shocked by these giants. If he had not seen bigger in that world with the Red Moon. And unlike those giants that felt unassailable, these just felt powerful. Enough to kill him? Maybe, but Rowan was not going by logic currently.

Events around him had pushed his mind to a singular purpose. Which was: Protect what was left of his people and put down the monsters.

He had no time for fancy introspection. No thought on the actions he was committing, just a sheer drive to stop the souls that were coming to him for solace.

Their remembrances these soul brought with them were tearing his psyche apart.

These monstrosities ahead of him should be the Giant battle form. Which was a fusion of hundreds of Battle Form Abominations.

Their appearances would put all nightmares he had in his previous life to shame. How do you even begin describing a chaotic creature such as this?

They generally walked on two legs, but none of the giants were the same, one had dozens of snarling faces of Abomination on their chest, with a head that had only a single eye.

As always, they had no skin, so a massive pile of warped muscles and viscera adorned the bodies of the Saints, with bones poking from unexpected areas of the bodies.

Another giant had three arms and its fingers were the arms of individual battle form Abomination. The shapes these giants had were so disjointed that it would drive a normal human insane, for their proportions spoke of a thoroughly alien mind, that was impossible for a sane mind to comprehend.

An Abomination was a lot like a colony of insects, and there were many theories on how they were created.

The most popular was that Abominations were a Mutation of a powerful Dominator who failed in transcending his state of change. Moreover, there was much evidences that supported this theory. Abominations were mostly seen where powerful Dominators died.

Legends spoke of entire dead empires and forgotten civilizations, where underneath lies ancient Abomination with the power of gods.

Maeve zoomed past him, perhaps she judged he would not make it quickly enough. Although Rowan was fast, she was still clearly faster. Rowan was sure she was a Peak Legendary Dominator. He was encouraged however that now he could clearly follow her movement.

Silver sparkles began to materialize around her charging figure, and she entered battle with the giant.

Rowan shook his thought away from his musing on the origins of Abomination, the mind it seems would always wander.

He pushed his focus into the coming battle, he observed the fray ahead, and the figure that battled the Giant Abominations.

Maeve had gone all out, she held two giant hammers—Her favorite. Her figure flashed between the legs of a Giant Abomination, and she swung her hammers, when they made contact, a sound like mountains exploding rang out.

She had been with him ever since he was a child, and every so often he forgot how gifted and powerful she was, even though he now suspected she was at peak legendary, she seemed able to draw more power than she should be able to from her bloodline.

She moved with the grace of a ballerina, the preciseness of a mechanical watch, and hit like a tank. Her twin hammers pressed against the air, creating shrill sounds and leaving a red glow behind that faded after a short while.

There was already a collapsed giant, with his head caved in. The giants were slowly recovering, their vitality burned the air, as their bodies shifted and realigned, yellow blood that resembled pus flowed down like rivers, and whatever damage she could dish out, the giants slowly recovered.