Chapter 112 - Lesser Beings

  Seated on his throne, Eo rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought. The desire to create more beings like Fenrir lingered in his mind, but he knew that such creations were not entirely within his control. Fenrir had been a product of chance, a rare mutation brought forth through countless modifications. Unlike the process he had used on humans, the evolution of such creatures followed a different set of rules—ones he had yet to fully grasp. What he needed most right now were test subjects, living specimens that he could experiment on. That was one more reason why he longed to return to the abyss.

  For now, however, he would settle for creating lesser beings. In an instant, his form vanished from the throne, reappearing in one of the largest chambers within the fortress. The room was filled with the sounds of snarling, growling, and the restless movements of creatures forced into captivity. Before him lay a vast collection of captured beasts, each one bound and restrained by chains reinforced with magic.

  Among them were Amaroks, massive wolf-like creatures with jet-black fur and glowing crimson eyes, known to hunt under the cover of darkness. Basilisks coiled in the corners, their scales shimmering like polished obsidian, their venomous gaze capable of turning prey into stone. Chimerae snarled in frustration, their leonine bodies adorned with the heads of different beasts, each one an amalgamation of raw, untamed power. There were Behemoths, towering monstrosities whose thick hides made them nearly impervious to conventional attacks. Harpies screeched from above, their wings beating furiously as they struggled against their magical bindings. Deep in the farthest corners, lurking in the shadows, were the elusive Shadowfangs, panther-like creatures that could slip between dimensions, phasing in and out of existence at will.

  Eo had personally scoured the nearby forests, mountains, and abyssal depths to locate and capture these creatures. He had not entrusted this task to the humans under his command, for many of these beasts would have fought to the death rather than be taken alive. Killing them was simple, but capturing them intact required precision and control—something only he could execute flawlessly. Each specimen before him was in pristine condition, their vitality untouched, their potential untainted.

  Now, he sought to establish a large-scale creation of magical creatures, a force that could serve as his personal army. The natural progression of these beasts was too slow; left to their own devices, it would take years, perhaps even centuries, for them to evolve into formidable beings. But Eo had no patience for time’s slow march. He needed something faster, something far more efficient.

  His eyes gleamed with determination as he extended his hand, conjuring a glowing array of ancient symbols in the air. The air crackled with power as the fortress itself seemed to react, its walls pulsing in response to the magic gathering within the chamber. He envisioned a massive formation—one that could accelerate the evolution of these creatures, refining their raw potential into something far greater.

  To do this, he needed to weave a ritual—a fusion of abyssal energy, magic infusion, and controlled environmental stimuli. He would need to alter the very nature of these creatures, pushing them beyond their limits, bending their forms and instincts to his will. He moved to the center of the chamber, his presence silencing the restless beasts as though they instinctively recognized the overwhelming power standing before them.

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  He pressed his palm against the stone floor, and the room trembled as an intricate formation of runes spread across the ground, pulsing with an eerie light. The sigils glowed in deep crimson and violet, ancient symbols twisting and shifting as the formation took shape. The air grew heavy, thick with an oppressive force that sent shivers through even the most fearsome of the captured beasts.

  Eo observed them carefully. Some cowered, their instincts warning them of the impending change. Others roared in defiance, unwilling to succumb to a force they could not comprehend. He smirked. Resistance was expected—but ultimately, futile.

  The ritual began. The magic in the room surged, enveloping the creatures in tendrils of abyssal energy. The air became a storm of howling winds and crackling power as the creatures’ bodies convulsed, their forms twisting and warping. Muscles swelled, bones elongated, fangs and claws grew sharper. Their eyes burned with newfound intensity as the very fabric of their existence was rewritten.

  Some failed to withstand the transformation. A few of the weaker beasts shrieked in agony before collapsing, their bodies unable to handle the overwhelming surge of energy. Their corpses disintegrated into dust, returning to the void from which Eo drew his power. The survivors, however, emerged changed. Their auras had intensified, their raw potential multiplied. No longer mere beasts, they had become something greater—creatures of abyssal might, bound by Eo’s will.

  He observed his new creations with satisfaction. Some of the Amaroks had grown nearly twice their original size, their fur now laced with streaks of dark energy that flickered like living shadows. The Basilisks’ eyes burned with a luminescent glow, their petrifying gaze now infused with abyssal corruption. The Chimerae had grown more monstrous, their once mismatched forms now harmonized into terrifying perfection. The Behemoths exuded an almost unbreakable presence, their bodies radiating a natural armor that repelled even the surrounding magic. The Shadowfangs had become more elusive, their forms fading in and out of sight, now capable of shifting between dimensions at will.

  Eo raised his hand, and the creatures lowered their heads in submission. Their wills had been broken, reforged to serve him and him alone. He had created not just an army, but a legion of abominations, each one a masterpiece of magical enhancement.

  Yet, he was not fully satisfied. This was only the beginning. If he wished to establish true dominance, he would need even greater beings, creatures that could rival the strongest of Tangea’s warriors. He needed more power, more experiments, more refined techniques.

  His thoughts returned to the abyss. It held secrets, knowledge buried within its depths, waiting for someone bold enough to claim it. There, he could refine his craft further, push past the limitations of this world, and create lifeforms that surpassed even the myths of old.

  For now, he would perfect what he had started here. He turned to his newly formed legion, his voice echoing with absolute authority.

  “Rise.”

  The beasts responded in unison, their glowing eyes fixated on him, awaiting his command. He had taken another step toward his vision—a world where he stood at the pinnacle, with creations of his own making enforcing his will upon all who dared stand in his way.

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