590 All roads leads to Trion
The Nemesis plate made the old man gasp in horror and he nearly wretched in revulsion and it took an active presence of mind to stop him from clawing out his own eyes.
A normal Nemesis Plate was white and sometimes gray or yellow, but this one was red, with its colors so deep it was nearly black. The Nemesis Plate was pouring out blood from beneath its base, and the screams from it were getting worse.
Countless screams from not just millions, no this was billions, trillions even.
"Aaahhh, stop it!"
With a yell of desperation, the old man pushed his fingers into both of his ears, twisted around, and with ungodly strength, ripped off both ears with a sizable portion of his flesh.
It did nothing to help however as the screams grew worse.
The Dominator fell to his knees as something inside his Spirit broke, he was not aware of it but he had gone insane, the only solace he had was that he would be dying in a short time soon, but he slowly traced his sight up to the name that was written on the Nemesis Plate—Erohim!
The name seemed to be warping and changing, from Erohim to Rowan Kuranes, as if unable to place the identity of the individual that was written on it.
'Was this not the Nemesis Plate of the traitor to Trion, Rowan Kuranes, by the gods, how many lives has he extinguished that would make the Nemesis Plate bleed?'
This was the last thought in the mind of this Earth god as his eyes closed in death.
A few hours later, a group of Earth gods entered the Tower to retrieve the body of the Earth god whose face was warped in horror and intense fear.
Although they were all careful not to look at the Nemesis Plate, they all died a few hours later.
In a week, every living soul in this world was dead, for the door to the Tower had been left open and the Aura from it had spread all over the planet.
This was the world that an Anima of Boreas came to find, one that was filled with the stench of death, with the faces of everyone warped in fear and horror, many had mutilated themselves before they passed away, clawing away at their ears as if to block them from something.
It did not take long for Boreas to also hear them—Screams.
So much screaming. Yet unlike everyone else who had died here, this sound only made Boreas frown a bit and he ignored it.
He flew over to the greatest of the cities where the tears of blood from the eyes of millions had gathered into a series of readable words.
"HE COMES"
The eyes of Boreas became filled with lightning and space for untold billions of miles began to shudder as a great cloud covered a third of the Empire.
"Lift with your whole back, not just with your arms. We are running out of time, and when this world falls we don't want to be left behind, because we will. We are no longer needed, just replaceable fodder."
"Yes sir."
"Don't worry about taking on more than you can carry, this is the last of them, after now, we are returning to our base. Did you keep all the frigate remnants as I told you to?"
"Yes sir."
Sigh. "You know, you don't have to call me… forget it, let's hurry up, a new bombardment is about to begin. The Harvesters are ahead of schedule, don't let them see your flesh."
"Yes sir."
A young girl who appeared to be around sixteen followed behind a man who appeared to be in his sixties, his face was gaunt and lined with the stories of hardship and suffering but his back was straight and the armor he wore was done with such great care to attention and detail, it was clear that this man was a veteran.
The girl was also decked in similar armor that was made from both bone and metal, and she carried a large pack behind her filled with all sorts of odds and ends that they had been gathering for the last three hours from the debris of the last battle.
The grizzled veteran straightened and looked towards the east where there were supposed to be three moons but only debris was left of that impressive sight. The remnants of the shattered moon were causing the skies to light up every few seconds as pieces of it fell from the sky.
This danger was the least that could be found in this place.
As a flaming debris shot by it highlighted the face of the man, Augustus Tiberius, once an acclaimed General, now nothing but an Abomination Thrall.
The girl behind him was rescued from the world that he did not bother knowing its name, but she later told him it was called Roa.
On that day Absomet the Living Rune Ship had reached Lamia, and for the last thirteen months, they had been battling across seven worlds, leaving untold billions dead in their wake.
This world was the latest that had felt the wrath of both Titans, and Lamia had won this one, she had began winning more of these fights, with lesser effort, the Abomination had grown too strong.
Augustus now officially a part of the Harvester Group would be among the last Abomination Thralls to sweep through the entire planet sifting for what remained before they left the dead world behind.
Over the months, the Abomination Champion had become less fascinated with Augustus, leaving him with enough time to pursue his individual interest, which now includes taking care of this girl.
Besides, Augustus understood that whatever was happening was now beyond him and was heading in a direction that would decide the fate of the Empire.
Such great plans were far beyond the likes of him, and Augustus now aware of his mortality and finding humbleness in the midst of suffering discovered one final gift this universe had to give him.
He could love.
This child with him was supposed to be dead five worlds back, but he had protected her through all the Chaos, he had ensured that she was safe, he did not know for how long that would happen, he was just a weak Abomination Thrall.
The only thing he knew was that he would die first before she came to harm.
His love was selfish, he was aware, but that was all his heart was capable of.
Overhead a loud trumpet sounded, as an Akhuril, those massive spider-like creatures began ascending towards space.
"Hold on to me child, this world is about to fall, and Lamia has gathered all the soldiers she needed, we head towards the Empire."
