The Remnant of Lamia had snapped and gone insane.
As her Champion had surmised, Lamia no longer trusted anyone or anything, and she did not crave an equal partnership, only dominion, because she truly felt no one else had the capability to stand against Trion like she could for she was a true Child of Trion.
She knew Rowan had endless growth potential, but she wanted to seize it for herself. It was the only way she could truly rise again after losing her Core to Trion, what was left in the body of Augustus could be barely called a shadow of Lamia, before she could reach her previous strength, it could take millions of years, far too late… by then, the universe would be….
Even in her insanity Lamia still shuddered when she remembered the brief flash she had seen of the plans of Trion, and her panic was swept below the surface before arising again. She needed to consume Rowan Kuranes!
In order to do this she needed leverage, and knowing Rowan was a sentimental fool, she was determined to seize the one that was closest to him and use her as bait or a bargaining chip.
With his potential and her ability to grow stronger via evolution, they could reach the pinnacle… she could reach the pinnacle, even exceeding her previous core!
Lamia did not think Rowan would be as powerful as her even in this weakened state she found herself in. Disregarding any of her Reapers that were as powerful as Earth gods, her Champion was as powerful as a Major God!
It had been less than two decades since she last saw the enigmatic figure of Rowan and no matter how fast his growth was to be, he would not be stronger than a god, and that should be giving him too much credit.
Yet in a blink of an eye, all her suppositions turned out to be quite useless, for here she was driven to the edge of death by his fucking maid.
If only she knew that Rowan was a Nascent Primordial, but it could not be blamed on her inattentiveness. Lamia could not comprehend that level of power talk less to imagine that Rowan could be something like that.
She had underestimated the rate of his growth, and the hand she had to play with was now severely weak, yet in her mind that had been bent by madness, she still thought she could start over, she just needed to kill this maid, and try with another vassal of Rowan, one that was weaker.
"Kill them!!!"
The Abomination Champion was still, he seemed to consider something for a short while, his bone mask retracted as he exited battle mode, before he said, "No more."
Lamia shrieked, "What do you mean….aarrrhhh.."
With a flourish of his blade, the Abomination Champion stabbed Augustus through the neck, and in a series of moves that would place every mortal surgeon to shame, he neatly separated Lamia's head from Augustus's torso.
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