Victorious Genesis stumbled back in shock. He had felt the ripples of his power slam against the creatures, and it was like he splashed water on a mountain. He could not feel much power from these creatures, but they were incredibly dense that no living being should be able to survive with such a body, even a Primordial would lose all their energy in a few millennia just to power this body.
"What in Eos holy bottom are these things made of?!" Victorious Genesis swore aloud, making the Old Ones below become pale in horror, and Circe wondered if it was because of the swear word from her brethren or due to their seemingly invincible opponents, but she would wager it was both.
She could immediately sense something odd when Victorious Genesis had struck these creatures, and Fury placed the words in her mouth, "These things are not alive... they just are."
Looking closely at these creatures, as more seemed to leave their feast and descend as the shockwave from the punch from Victorious Genesis reached them.
Their bodies were chitinous horrors, segmented shells gleaming with an oily iridescence that absorbed light and spat back shadows. Mandibles like obsidian scythes, which Circe could hear clicking in rhythmic unison, and in that sound she heard as much as felt the weight of endless consumption that echoed through the crumbling Existence.
Before these creatures had been descending as if they were following a scent, most likely tracking their consciousness, but after the attack, they opened their eyes, and Circe saw that on the face of each creature were thousands of eyes.
Each eye was like a faceted void that reflected nothing, and they scanned everything below with the cold clinical detachment of a robot.
"We cannot hold anything back, or we would not survive this mission," Circe whispered to herself, and then she screamed, "We cannot hold back!"
Victorious Genesis looked down, and he nodded, and without any hesitation, he began burning his Origin Force, and his massive body grew colossal. His form took on a colossal silhouette of golden armor etched with runes of triumph, long faded, and those that were not yet born.
From his back burst out two golden wings, vast and feathered like the dawn of new eras. They beat slowly, yet they stirred eddies of raw Origin Force that were so powerful they briefly repelled the nearest insects, when the full might of his punch had just previously splashed against their armored skeleton.
Circe did not hold back, although she did not burn her Origin Force like Victorious Genesis, she unleashed the full might of her Origin, and she became a being of flickering embers and eternal flame, as her previously immortal body transformed into a cascade of molten light that danced like fireflies in the gloom.
Her hands wove sparks into chains, fueling whatever sparks of resistance remained in this faded Existence and this became a dome of light that erupted from her body. Beside her, Fury, the Primordial of Resurrection, had also transformed into a looming spectral giant, cloaked in veils of ethereal mist, his eyes glowing with the pale luminescence of souls recalled from oblivion.


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