The Primordial Record novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Bloodlust (2)

A Spectral missive burned in front of Elias Tiberius, and he held a hand up to stop be the charge of the Runethors. Reading the message on the missive, he gestured to the Corporal by his side, and gave him a quiet message, the soldier nodded, and the horde was split into two.

Elias Tiberius went towards the left circling the mountain away from the lake, while the rest stopped just outside the town, and they galloped towards the dense forest.

The Corporal whose name was Alec Rhine led the rest of the horde, and he was suddenly startled by a weird feeling from the moonlight above, his uneasiness passed as he laughed when his Runethor screamed at the moon.

The Runethor below him must have sensed his uneasiness directed towards the moon, and it had challenged the moon for him, he pressed his hands against her neck as be felt the sheer powers in her muscles as the ground rumbled at their passage, and he felt calm in his spirit. It was moments like these that gave him a profound love of his calling.

The heat from the Runethor he rode fused into his blood, it was deeply comforting and made him feel guilty of his laughter over his partner's attempt to ease his distress, he ran his hand gently over her flowing mane—A feature she was very proud of. Most Runethors lost their mane after a few decades. A Runethor lifespan was measured in the centuries, and after the mane had fallen off, it would not regrow, making it a source of pride for those that kept their mane.

He bent and whispered into her ears, "Almond, it's all good." Whilst he used his legendary Ability – Strengthening. Using his Legendary Ability on the Runethor made her visibly grow a few inches and poured Aether into her blood.

He would have been severely reprimanded for wasting his powers before any oncoming engagement, but his Ability was able to last for an extended duration, and so he expected a light punishment, but Almond was his partner in battle, it was a little price to pay.

Strengthening was a Legendary Ability that falls under body modification type in regard to legendary abilities. He was a legendary state Dominator, so he could not control Aether, but that did not mean that he was unable to utilize it.

In the legendary state, his body could passively collect and store small pockets of Aether in his spine. Depending on your Pathway, you could have as little as three pockets of Aether storage or up to seven, with Pathways that focused on Spirit have more pockets of Aether and those that focused on either Strength, Agility, or Constitution having less pockets.

His Path was a lesser pathway under the Domain of the Tiberius family, which should peak at the Rift state, called Bone Army Pathway. This pathway focused on the group rather than the individual.

Like the Runethors they rode, the Pathway strengthened their cooperation, and they could share their collective strength and Abilities among themselves, even injuries in a limited manner can be shared and borne by the group, enhancing their lethality and survivability in the fields of battle.

Alec pulled back his hand sharply, Almond had bitten him, he swore aloud, drawing stares from his battle brothers, who after assessing the situation burst into laughter. Almond was a little too proud, he almost always forgot that fact.

"Keep your head straight, Alec." The cherry voice of his battle sister spoke beside him, "That place might look peaceful, but you know we could be facing hell at any single moment." Sophia appeared beside him, fierce and regal inside her armor, a trick only she could pull off.

Or maybe it might just be because her Bone Armour was blue, while the rest of them were black, all except for the Captain Elias, whose Armour was pale white. It was a result of their collective Pathway —The Bone Army Pathway. For their Armour was not made, but grown from their bones.

"Where is that hell?ha ha… Give 'em to me, from here I see only a sleepy village." The large voice of the resident Berserker of the battle brothers rang out, Orlando was a mini giant that wielded a Heavy Hammer the size of his torso, he was a blood lusted maniac, but a dependable buddy in a fight.

"Ignore his rantings, Sophia, that is the only thing he is good at." Alec smiled at his battle sister.

"Ugh, brothers look at the little Pushkin, making kissing faces." Orlando burst out laughing, while Sophia rolled her eyes.

"Zip it, before I grow a spike inside your head." Sophia gestured with a zipping motion. The big oaf–Orlando laughed, "Try it little witch, you won't hit anything."

"Why am I not surprised." Sophia muttered, "You are dumber than two rocks rubbing together. No spark up there. It would be a waste of good bone."

The jeers and small conversations followed the soldiers as they finally entered the forest. Alec felt the muscles under Almond skin tighten the moment they crossed into the shades of the trees. Even with the threat of losing his digits, he began stroking her mane, unaware of the deep frown that covered his face underneath his bony helm.