As the weight of the silence hung in the air, the elder Progenitor suddenly burst into loud laughter, a laugh so powerful and strong that it seemed to shake the air and ground.
"Grahahahahaha!"
The sound echoed across the vast expanse, challenging the boundaries of reality.
"I think I understand your true nature," the elder Progenitor exclaimed with a mischievous smile.
"Little lad, you are a person of extremes. So, I will give you the freedom to embrace the extreme."
Murky's eyes widened in astonishment as the way the elder Progenitor said those words felt like his bone chills up, but his curiosity was interrupted by the arrival of a massive spaceship.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
It descended before him with a commanding presence, its design unfamiliar yet recognizable from the Ancestor's stories.
Murky's mind raced, trying to comprehend what he saw.
Having a clue from a movie, it became clear that the elder Progenitor had bigger intentions than Murky had initially thought.
Desperate to escape the elder Progenitor's grip, Murky struggled against his hold, his muscles flexing with determination.
"This person has incredible strength," Murky muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his voice.
However, his efforts were in vain, as the elder Progenitor's grip remained firm, unyielding like immovable mountains.
A glimmer of defiance appeared in Murky's eyes as he considered his options.
Should he unleash his full Draugr warrior strength?
The thought tempted him with its potential. Yet, he quickly dismissed it as a last resort.
A shred of hope still lingered in his heart, for he sensed an opportunity in the midst of chaos. After all, he had persistently provoked the elder Progenitor, taunting him into this precarious situation.
In a sudden twist, Murky's attention was drawn to the elder Progenitor's actions. With a dismissive gesture, the elder Progenitor threw the dogs aside, they were still unconscious so their bodies made a loud sound.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Murky's eyes widened, captivated by the unfolding scene. The elder Progenitor held Murky in his arms, treating him like a mere toy, a small and insignificant object.
As the seriousness of the situation became clear to them, the elder Progenitor spoke again, his voice carrying an air of authority.
"I will give you a chance, little lad. But it would be beneath the honor of my newly chosen group to watch you lose in your current condition so I will fix what needs to be fixed. If you prove yourself by defeating a group of my skilled fighters, I will personally invite you to join our respected tribe."
Murky tried to understand what the elder Progenitor had said, he was fine about it, but he felt a sense of unease crjeeping into his heart.
He couldn't shake the feeling that the elder's words had a deeper meaning, a hidden complexity that could unravel his existence.
He felt a mix of determination and uneasiness.
"You expect me to be a mere stepping stone for your younger generation's progress?"
Murky expressed his displeasure, his lips forming a wry smile.
"You underestimate me, old fella. If I manage to defeat them all, I'm sure you'll cry a thousand gallons of blood. I am that confident that even in a one-on-one fight against you, I will emerge victorious," he confidently declared.
Murky refused to be humiliated in that way. He had a deep understanding of the complexities of the progenitors ways, and he believed he had the power to destroy them at ease.
A wide smile appeared on the elder Progenitor's face, showing a mix of amusement and admiration in his eyes.
"Ah, then it would seem our fighters are no match for your strength, then so be it," he admitted, but with a mocking tone. But a note of caution entered his voice as he continued.
"However, if I were in your position, I would be careful. In this world, there are not only my people, but also beings that may oppose both you and your kin. They are hidden in the shadows, waiting to attack, you and your race are nothing but the fodders,lm"
The elder Progenitor's words hung in the air, and Murky deeply considered their implications. But he's not that scared, he knew what they are.
The Weremorphs, the ultimate prey of Blood Progenitors.
Under the weight of the elder Progenitor's gaze, Murky's mind raced, planning and imagining the battles that awaited him.
His lips twisted into a demonic grin.
He couldn't wait to paint this Earth with the blood of bloodsuckers.
In a sudden and unexpected twist that seemed to go against all logic and reason, Murky's eyes widened as he saw the elder Progenitor, an old and frail figure, slowly reaching out to grab something that was dangerously close to him.
Time seemed to slow down as Murky became acutely aware of the imminent danger. Every part of his being screamed a warning, making the hairs on his back stand up in a primal response.
"Shit!"
He cursed, but was too late. And then, in a moment that felt both suspended and sped up, the elder Progenitor's twisted fingers firmly closed around the object—a sharp, shining tool that seemed to radiate a malevolent energy.
The air crackled with tension, and Murky's heart skipped a beat as he prepared himself for what was about to happen.
The elder Progenitor, with a face that showed both ancient wisdom and a sinister intent, locked eyes with Murky in a disturbing show of dominance.
"Fuck!"
Murky said, so he tried to call his body to move desperately.
Suddenly, as if driven by some hidden force, the elder Progenitor swiftly moved forward with a speed that didn't match his age, his actions smooth and precise. Murky's senses went into overdrive as he tried to understand what was unfolding before him.
In an instant, the pointed end of the tool found its target, piercing Murky'd vulnerable neck with intense pain that spread throughout his body like shockwaves.
A deep cry escaped Murky's throat, a raw instinctual response to the overwhelming agony he felt.
"Aaaaarrghhhhhhhhhh!!!"
It was as if his very essence, his entire existence, was being torn apart. The pain was excruciating, defying any attempt to describe it.
It felt like his spinal cord was being stretched to its limits, a torment that was relentless and unforgiving, refusing to give him even a moment of relief.
But the pain, unbearable as it was, was only the beginning. Murky's senses, already overwhelmed by the agony, were further assaulted by a warm sensation that started from the wound and spread throughout his body.
It was as if a river of fiery liquid flowed through his veins, forming a solid mass within him. Its sharp edges probed and poked at the very core of his being.
The heaviness of the pain was overwhelming, making it impossible for Murky to speak or defend himself.
The sheer magnitude of the suffering he experienced stole his voice away.
His eyes, once filled with determination and defiance, now stared blankly at the ceiling of the battleship. The world around him faded into insignificance as he became lost in his own immense suffering.
Time became meaningless, with each passing minute feeling like an eternity as Murky's mind teetered on the edge of oblivion.
And just as Murky, in a desperate attempt to find relief, considered embracing his Draugr warrior form—a transformation that offered the possibility of escaping his current state—a cruel twist of fate intervened.
Suddenly and without warning, gravity seized hold of his body, forcefully pulling him towards the ground.
Thud!
The impact with the cold, unyielding metal floor of the battleship reverberated through every part of him, echoing like a solemn bell tolling in his ears.
Murky's pain-ridden body convulsed and writhed, his struggle growing more intense as he tried to break free from the grip of torment. But his efforts were futile, as the elder Progenitor's voice, dripping with cruelty and disdain, slithered into his ear like a poised snake.
"Witness your weakness," the elder Progenitor hissed, his voice a twisted symphony of sadistic pleasure.
"Your blood mixes with that of the ancestors, yet you look pitiful. Is that what you call someone that would slaughter my kind?
"Pathetic."
Hearing those words, Murky's head suddenly heard a buzzz.
Pathetic?
Who?
Me?
He thought and soon, he summoned all his strength to stop squirming.
His convulsions turned into slight trembles as he tried to defy the elder Progenitor's mocking.
Still, the strain showed on his face, twisted with a mix of suffering and determination. He refused to become the weakling the elder Progenitor saw him as, even if it meant enduring this unbearable agony.
But just as his defiance wavered, on the verge of being extinguished by the overwhelming torment, he caught a glimpse of the elder Progenitor's sarcastic smile—a twisted expression of satisfaction that filled him with fury.
How dare this bastard take pleasure in his suffering?
The flames of anger burned in his eyes, fueling a determination that would not be put out.
Before he could unleash his full rage, though, the elder Progenitor's next move shattered any remaining hope.
A bone-chilling realization gripped his heart as he saw the saw in the elder Progenitor's hands, its sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the battleship's chamber. The weight of terror pressed down on him, threatening to consume his very soul.
With a voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction, the elder Progenitor spoke to him, his words filled with a malevolence that sent a shiver down Murky's spine.
"The change in your blood is now complete," the elder Progenitor declared, his tone laced with a sickening mix of triumph and malice.
"Now, let's proceed to alter your physical form. We'll fix your abnormal condition, making sure you won't complain that you are at a disadvantage."
The elder Progenitor said with a smile with no emotion.
"Don't you dare shed tears now, they won't help you."