[ Creator, that wasn't a logical decision. The right play is to make it swore loyalty to you. ]
The system upon rousing Aldritch's conciousness from the ritual, reprimanded him for 'inefficiency.'
" No, it should stay with the original creator, "
" It has found happiness there - I'm not going to change my mind, "
" No matter what benefit it would yield. "
[ ...Very well, the Spawn of Evil is still going through the cycle of it's past, be prepared to give it a name and skills. ]
" Sure, i have already given it some thoughts - beside that, what the hell was that realm? It felt different from what i've known before. "
" Why don't i remember of the thousands years i've spent there? "
[ Answer: The Spawn of Evil's birth realm is lacking or incomplete of the time laws, therefore the time dilation is unstable upon being exploited by the system, and it's also the reason why your skills are useless there. ]
[ Solution: The creator's well-being could be affected by the total time spent, therefore the troubleshooting method was to 'store away' part of those memories, you will only remember the significant part of it. ]
" I see, then i guess it wasn't anything to worry about. "
" Fricking hell, you freaked me a lot by giving me 'that' prompt - i hope that little creature can survive it... "
Aldritch observe the unidentified egg that were in place of the ritual ground,
He was praying that the creature would be safe despite the guarantee from the system.
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' [ Notice: A natural disaster designated as 'Meteorite' will affect the continent of this realm - the system is advised to complete the summon earlier than intended. ]
[ Creator, the summoning has concluded therefore you will be removed from this world in 3...2...1- ]
' Zzz... '
Aldritch has left the world during the night - without any warning leaving only the Spawn of Evil to witness the end of an age on it's own.
*Rattle*
*Rattle!*
It continued to bounce as far away as possible, it traveled without rest nor reassurance - no matter where it has gone, the sight of the 'danger' would always loom in the sky coming closer and closer!
Realizing the futile act, knowing in a couple days that it would be doomdays upon it's meager existence.
It began to ponder to itself, formulating a plan - an insight from Aldritch's habits that it has spent a long time with.
However, it didn't take a while to gain an epiphany - recalling the instinct of their species,
'Hide below the earth!'
With a renewed hope and confidence in the weakness of it becoming the very thing that will save it!
Merticulously with tenacity, it had been scavaging food to survive during the day, while at night it had burrowed underground to build a new 'cave' that can defend it against the 'danger'.
It struggled and struggled endlessly awaiting the day to face 'death' itself...
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2 days and 23 hours has passed...
The Spawn of Evil huddled in the darkness and carvernous hole, determined to keep it's existence intact as it awaited the rumble of the disaster.
30 minutes consumed...
It begin to formulate the days of warmths, where it would wandered with the Color of Night and the touches of its fingers and shoulders.
20 minutes...
Could it have abandoned the weak creature?
No, it held onto the hope that it was going to return eventually when the danger is over.
10 minutes.
Fear looming...
5.
Loneliness.
1.
Survive!
*OOOOOOOOO*
*AGHHHHHHHHH*
*BOOM!*
The sound of thunderous sirens and trumpet blows that crashed itself into the earth itself resulted in a catastrophic impact that indicate the apocalypse of world.
The thundering roar of the heaven above, the ancient tide that awoke from the impact claiming the lives of those land creatures.
The screams of their desperation to live, the primal instincts of the living were drowned in the thalassic tsunamis that consumed even the largest and oldest of lizards.
The grim reaper was busy that day, resulting in a new age of extinction!
*CLATTER*
*CLATTER*
The weak creature was enduring a trial of horrors and sounds of underground boulders falling were desperately clinging to life, a mere mortality that could not be anything but a hope!
Hours upon hours of tormented souls and the rising toll of dretched water, soon came to a hault eventually...
The Spawn of Evil, after being traumatized after days had eventually resurface to witness the aftermath of the extinction.
The surface was void and scarred red, the heaven were no longer warm and bright - green and any movement were completely wiped.
Only a scorched earth drenched in aquatic scourging properties to replace it.
Upon realizing that it had survived, it continued to do what it did best,
'Find someone'
For it took the first step in the new age - it traveled endlessly in hoping to find that 'someone'
In the pit of darkness and hellish continent that were now ruined, it was a lone and primordial journey.
As eternity passes, it didn't matter to the creature if thousands or Aeons has been consumed for it to have a reason.
Eventually, a glimmer of light in front of it answered - the creature instinctively remembered the warmth of the past,
Hopping into that ray of enlightenment.
When it regained the conciousness - it perceived the world around it as a miracle, the pristine and humble sea and pearly sands.
The opposite of the brutal and darkness that it had experienced.
In front of it, - stood an entity although shorter than the Color of Night and made of flesh and blood,
The creature recognized the person as 'someone' it had been searching for.
The split-colored human eventually hold firm of the small creature and proceed to open her mouth.
" Cute,"
" You are friend."
" Friends. fight together. "
The creature understood those words and recalled the old word that kept it going.
'Purpose'
It had a new purpose now, and it was...to seek acknowledgement.
It desired to be strong enough to be able to fight together with Isadora.
It's simple enough, but for it to finally have it.
It meant everything in the world.
While contemplating these new enlightenments.
Isadora was in her thoughts, until finally arriving to a definite answer.
"Your name. It will be-"
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'BOOBOO'
'THE PRIMORDIAL SURVIVOR'
[ Individual: Aldritch has used < Eldritch's influences > ]
[ Selection:
[ Assimilate? ]
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" No hesitation, let it be done. "
Upon recieving the command, as if the system has let loose a calamitious awakening.
The bells tolls the rebirth of the one deemed as survivor.
The colossial gate of unimaginable bloodshed and horrors, the hedious and nameless, a magnitudes of souls reached out from the gate with jaws and claws of the countless predator.
It struck and grasp the unseen egg which has been baptized and embraced by the scourging dark locuses, into the knawing jaw of the gate that claimed the age of the ancients...
Then a sudden roar evoke from the egg filled with madness and loathing of the millenial spent in age of void!
The tearing roar was drumming with heartbeat and vitality.
For it to be strong, it make even the dead deafen from it's cries!
Soon emerges the newborn - clawing it ways from the gate and teared itself from the weak mortality it once clung onto.
It's red gaze locked onto Aldritch,
It walked toward him with it's new forefoot and tarsal bones.
*Rattle*
*Crackle*
It kneeled in respect as the two-set of spines lowered and the mandible resembling a helm were closed,
The facial skull were more akin to noblesse chivalry with two bone-blades on top of the head.
The body resembling of androgynous humanoid plate armor that were of pristine white chalk that feasibly be a natural crystallized slimy subtances.
The 'newborn' grasp one of its own spine and teared it out!
Presenting it for Aldritch, with sincere nobility and formality graces eminating from it.
Upon closer inspection, the spine seems to be uniquely shaped similar to a sword in a scabbard.
Aldritch soon realized what this creature's evolution was, but the system prompt would confirm his suspicions!
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Booboo [Existence: Echelon 7 - Orange Grade ]
[ Class: Vitality Battlemaster ]
[ Species: Marrow Knightess ]
[ Path: Heart ]
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