These are all the variation images of Charybdis i made but didn't upload in the previous chapter.
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The kingdom of the harpies lay in ruins, transformed by the corruptive pool of curses and malice.
Where once there were magnificent spires and nests, now there were only twisted remnants, soaked in the dark, liquid that had spread like a plague, corrupting everything in its path.
The air was thick with the stench of rot.
Charybdis, in her human form, surveyed the aftermath with a cold, crooked smile, fueled by the exhilaration of being in resonance with all this power.
As she stood atop the highest peak of the shattered palace, she extended her senses through the mental connection she had with her minion, inherited from the precursor to her ultimate skill.
The oni arrived, her appearance delicate marred with cracks and an unnaturaly pale skin contrasting sharply with the surrounding dark atmosphere.
Her eyes, gleaming with a mixture of reverence and anticipation, met Charybdis's.
"Master," she said, her voice steady and unwavering, "I am here."
Charybdis nodded, her mind busy with possibilities.
The knowledge she had assimilated from the harpies—each one a volunteer to her ultimate skill, Lord of Sin (Angra Mainyu)—had expanded her understanding of this world exponentially.
She knew now of the various factions, the hidden threats, and the untapped sources of resources to use.
Her sights were set on a grander target: the kingdom of the elves, a superpower almost on par with the eastern empire.
Attacking and corrupting the long-eared tribe would provide her with new, powerful minions.
Only the most exceptional among them would survive the corruption and be reborn anew, loyal to her cause.
As she contemplated her next move, her thoughts were interrupted by the whispers of the skulls from the temple, still echoing in her mind.
However she ignored them for now.
"We must make our way to the kingdom of the elves," Charybdis said, her voice carrying the weight of her newfound purpose.
"We will attack and corrupt sufficient members of their tribe to gain new minions. Only the strongest will survive this corruption. I hope at least two or three will endure, so I don't have to leave enough alive for repopulation."
The oni nodded, her loyalty unwavering. "As you command, Master. Where shall we begin?"
Charybdis paused, a sudden thought striking her.
She had given this minion power, purpose, and loyalty.
But there was one more thing she needed to give: a name.
A true name would seal their bond and ensure the oni's evolution into a more powerful form.
"Kneel," Charybdis commanded. The oni obeyed, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and anticipation.
"I name you Harita," Charybdis intoned, her voice resonating with ancient power. "Bear this name with pride and let it be a symbol of your strength and loyalty to me."
As the name Harita was spoken, a powerful wave of magicules surged through the oni.
She staggered, her eyes widening in alarm as she felt an overwhelming force pulling her into unconsciousness.
Charybdis watched, her expression inscrutable, as Harita's eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed to the ground.
The name, her true name, echoed in Harita's mind, each syllable resonating deeper within her soul, engraving itself into her very essence.
The blood-red water alongside remains of some harpies began to swirl around Harita, creating a cocoon-like structure.
Charybdis observed closely, sensing the immense power emanating from the transformation.
The bodies of the fallen harpies cogulating and their knowledge flooding into Harita's mind, triggering an evolution.
As the transformation took hold, Harita's body began to change.
Her skin became even , her muscles grew stronger, and her senses sharpened, wings protruded from her back.
She could feel the blessing within her solidify into a new form of strength, her loyalty to Charybdis anchoring her through the process.
When the cocoon finally dissipated, Harita emerged, her form more magnificent and terrifying than before. Her eyes opened, blazing with a newfound power and clarity.
She looked at Charybdis, who now stood taller, her presence radiating formidable strength.
"Master," Harita said, her voice resonating with power, "I am ready."
Charybdis nodded, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"Good. Our next target awaits. The kingdom of the elves will soon know the weight of their sins"
Charybdis and her newly named minion Harita took to the sky, their path set towards the elven lands.
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{ 3rd person PoV }
Guy Crimson, one of the oldest and arguably the most formidable primordial demons, felt the disturbance deep within his core.
As a holder of a Sin Series skill, and a primordial he had certain attunement to changes in the world.
Sitting atop his throne in his ice palace, Guy was enveloped in a sinister aura, his eyes gleaming with an ancient malevolence.
A surge of restlessness coursing through him, a sensation so intense it made even him, the seasoned demon, shift uneasily.
His Sin Series skill had never felt so volatile, its power agitated as if responding to an unseen force.
"What is this?" Guy muttered, his voice a low growl.
He closed his eyes, reaching out with his senses, trying to grasp the source of this disturbance.
The chaotic energy he felt was unlike anything he had encountered before, raw and untamed.
It was as if a new, chaotic order similar to the virtue and sin series ,had emerged, no frocefully embeded itself to the world , one that resonated with his own dark nature yet felt distinctly different.
On the other end of the spectrum, Feldway, the first angel and a bearer of a Virtue Series skill, experienced a starkly different reaction.
In the shithole his original body was hiding in , Feldway radiated purity and order, despite being the worst of the kind , his presence was a beacon of light.
However, the birth of Lord of sin disrupted this serene harmony.
When he meditated in the sacred halls of his hideout , a sudden jolt of discord ran through Feldway, his Virtue Series skill reacting violently to the emergence of such a potent source of sin.
His eyes snapped open, and for a moment, the serene calmness in his expression was replaced by a rare look of concern.
"Something... malevolent has awakened," Feldway whispered to himself, his voice filled with a mixture of dread and anticipation.
He could sense the chaotic imbalance, the birth of such an entity that threatened to tip the scales set by the Creator.
He knew that this new presenc, would be a formidable adversary.
Or an ally useful in helping him in his plans.
In a distant mountain range, the mighty dragon Veldora was in the midst of one of his infamous naps.
The great storm dragon had long been feared for his power and destructive nature.
Yet, in his slumber, he was oblivious to many of the world's subtleties.
But on this day, something unprecedented happened.
A sudden chill ran down Veldora's spine, a sensation so alien it jolted him awake.
He shook his massive head, blinking in confusion , like an airhead.
"What in the...?" he rumbled, his deep voice echoing through the mountains.
He glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of this unease.
Unbeknownst to him, his own daughter, Charybdis, had been born, her power echoing through the very essence of his being.
But Veldora, unaware of this familial connection, could only sense that a new and formidable force had emerged in the world."Strange..." Veldora muttered, feeling the lingering unease.
"Something significant has changed."
He stretched his wings, contemplating whether to investigate or return to his nap.
The latter was tempting, but the chill in his spine suggested that something important required his attention.
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I'm on fire today 🔥🔥🗿
Maybe I'll write another till 3 am ☠️🐵