Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 592: DXCII. The Final Form

"Oh, fuck! It's coming towards me! No matter how far I move... that infinitely large density object will continue to follow me as if it had been created with the only goal of killing me! The Primal Thunder power isn't enough... I need more power, I have to push myself beyond my limits!" Dag kept thinking, who braked for a moment on his run and positioned himself a few meters in front of his teammates, who as soon as they saw him began to cheer his name, rooting for him.

He turned backward, focusing his attention on the eyes of Freydis, the woman he loved, and on Reidar, the best of his allies.

"I think I'll get to a point of no return soon... there is no other solution. Thanks for everything... thank you for always believing in me" he whispered, making a slight smile in their direction.

"Noo, Dag! Why do you say that?! Run away! Run away, as far away as possible!" Freydis yelled, who tried to run towards him to give him one last hug but was gripped by Reidar, who with tears in his eyes dragged her backward, towards the other Masters, who watched with terror the dark sphere approach more and more.

Dag opened his arms outside and looked up at the sky, whose stars shone particularly clearly during that night.

The dark matter that enveloped his legs continued to rise upwards, flowing into his abdomen, then into his chest, arms, and finally over his neck, stopping at his chin.

"One of my biological parents was a Xis. Father, mother... if you can hear me, please... don't let the dark matter destroy my humanity... protect my soul..." Dag thought, praying for his salvation after what he was going to do.

While the runes on his right arm continued to shine with a white light despite his body being completely black, Dag, for the first time ever, allowed the dark matter to rise over the edge of his chin, up to his face. 

The dark liquid completely enveloped his head and during those moments, his arms trembled, as if his brain had to accept that he was under attack from an outside power.

Under Freydis' incessant screams and the grainy eyes of all the warriors and Commanders of the two Clans of Krypstorm, Dag donated his entire body to the dark power, combining his intrinsic power with that of lightning, reaching the maximum expression of his strength.

*booom*swishhhh*

The aura released by the young Master's body was so strong that it evolved into an explosion of purple light and raised the ground below his feet, shattering it.

When he lowered his arms, carrying them along his hips, he slowly lowered his head as well, turning his gaze towards the dark sphere.

His long blonde hair had disappeared, as had his beard.

His head was totally shrouded in darkness and two shining purple eyes, identical to those of the Xis in front of him, shone in the gloom of the night. 

From the half-open mouth, Dag's heavy breath became vapor in contact with the cold air outside, and long sharp teeth could finally be seen. 

Although his musculature had increased slightly, the armor remained attached to his body, as well as Magni's hammer, still tightened in his right hand. 

Suddenly, as soon as the transformation process was completed, Dag opened his arms wide again and swelled his chest, releasing all the accumulated air with a frightening roar, directed towards the sky and then towards the Xis, who could not believe what his eyes were seeing.

Without leaving the hammer, the new Dag snapped to the left, thus preventing the dark energy sphere from continuing its dangerous trajectory towards the castle and proving to all his allies, that despite that monstrous appearance, inside him, there was still good, there was still a shred of humanity.

In Dag's brain, meanwhile, a force more powerful than his own mind had taken over, silencing his will, which laid within his brain and witnessed everything that was happening before his eyes, without being able to intervene with concrete actions, not even words.

It was as if, during those seconds, Dag had donated his powerful body to the dark matter within himself, which, living with its own determination, could do anything after obtaining free will.

However, since training at Skjegg, before leaving for Krypstorm's great mission, Dag had managed to control that inherent will, to communicate with it.

The main objective of the dark matter, indeed, was precisely to protect its master, to prevent anyone from harming Dag, knowing that if he died, it would die with him.

When Dag stopped again, the sphere deflected its trajectory, making a curve and continuing to suck the floor under it, causing the air around to vibrate.

"bilenglahbe' Qob... jih Qob!" Dag shouted in a voice that was a mixture of his original voice and an almost demonic, deep, baritone one.

The Xis, after hearing those words, took a few seconds to translate its meaning, being that language the oldest of the Xis civilization, so ancient that it had totally changed over the millennia.

"You can't defeat dark matter... I am Dark Matter!" 

This was the meaning of the alien words unconsciously spoken by Dag, whose soul remained silent, trapped in his own mind, passing the baton to the mysterious power that lived with him in his body.

Simply opening his right hand, Dag dropped the hammer to the ground, in front of his feet.

Soon after, he raised both of his arms, pointing his open hands in front of him, in the direction of the black hole that was coming.

Just when only a few meters separated the dark sphere from the body of the new Dag, that giant object stopped, starting to rotate on itself and continuing to dig into the ground, absorbing everything that came into contact with its curved surface.

"Aaaargh! Mev ghitarh!" Dag yelled again, whose body was somehow repelling the dark sphere, stopping it in mid-air and preventing it from approaching him.