Dark Divinity

The wyrm breached the surface again, sending a wave of scorching sand cascading towards him. Omen barely managed to leap aside, feeling the heat singed his clothes and skin. He tripped but regained his balance and forced himself to continue running.

His mind raced as fast as his feet, looking for a way out of this dangerous game of cat and mouse. The wyrm was more agile, more powerful, and appeared to be unrelenting in its pursuit. Omen's stamina was dwindling, and he knew he could not go on for much longer.

[vibration sense] was in overdrive, and the creature's movements were a continuous assault on his senses. [Instant Dash] was a skill he stole from the mutated squirrels during his first purge. It was the first skill he had taken, and it had been with him throughout all his battles since then. The skill granted him an instant leg movement similar to superspeed, but unlike superspeed, he was unable to navigate the sudden swiftness, and neither could he sustain the speed for long. As the name implied, it was just a quick, short burst of movement.

As Omen ran through the black desert, he realized something unsettling: even with all his speed, the giant black wyrm was hot on his heels, blazing through the hot black sand with relentless fury. The creature's ability to match his speed, despite its massive size, was unnerving. Each time he activated [Instant Dash], he gained a brief lead, but it was never enough to put significant distance between them.

The wyrm's constant pursuit left him no time to think, no time to plan. He noticed the vibrations from its movements through the sand. His legs ached from exertion, and his lungs felt on ablaze, but he could not afford to stop.

The next instant, Omen's [vibration sense] was once again at full throttle. He threw himself into the air just in time to dodge the beast's giant mouth that was inches from him. Omen activated his [immobilization skill], but to his dismay, either because the skill required him to capture his opponent's entire profile, or because the beast was just so much more powerful than him—it failed.

'How the fuck did Clay make this seem so easy!' The creature's mouth opened wildly, inches from swallowing him whole when suddenly it stopped as a giant pillar of black rock erupted instantly from the earth and shot at the creature's circular jaw.

The impact created a sound so loud it sent a shockwave blasting Omen dozens of feet away. His body rolled violently, grazing across the black sand. By the time he stopped, his bones were already twisted into ridiculous angles.

Pain coursed through his body, every breath a struggle His field of vision became blurry, and he tasted blood in his mouth. The aftershock from the collision was still reverberating through the ground, making it difficult for him to concentrate. He attempted to move, but the pain he experienced was imposing.

The wyrm writhed in pain; the black rock pillar embedded deep into its jaw. It screeched and thrashed, its massive body convulsing as it attempted to dislodge the obstruction. Omen watched through a haze of pain, his mind racing. What had caused the rock to erupt? Was there someone else here, or had the wyrm triggered it somehow?

His thoughts were interrupted as the wyrm's struggles intensified. The ground shook with each movement, sending ripples through the sand. Omen knew he couldn't stay where he was. If the creature broke free, he would be an easy target.

His self-healing automatically activated, and his body began rejoining itself, albeit at a very slow pace. 'At this point, Isolde dying in my hands was an act of fate; she'd unknowingly saved my life already more than once,' Omen thought, struggling to sit up as his body healed. He wanted to see what had gone wrong or what had saved him.

Nothing could shock him more when he saw his savior: Malek! The two-meter red giant was wrestling with the giant black wyrm—yes, wrestling—and he was winning! Omen watched in awe as the red giant manipulated the black sand into powerful pillars, preventing the beast from burrowing underground. With his insane strength, Malek punched at the wyrm's thick exoskeleton, causing violent shockwaves that generated clouds of dust. Each blow resonated with a force that Omen could feel even from a distance.

Malek's movements were precise and controlled, a stark contrast to the wyrm's wild thrashing. He moved with a fluidity that belied his massive size, dodging the beast's attacks with ease and countering with devastating force. The wyrm roared in frustration, its attempts to escape thwarted by the relentless onslaught of sand pillars and Malek's crushing blows. Barely five minutes after the battle began, Malek delivered a final, earth-shattering punch to the wyrm's head.

The hit generated a shockwave, sending an explosion of sand and dust into the air. When the dust settled, the enormous black wyrm remained motionless, its exoskeleton fractured and shattered.

Malek walked out of the dust, completely unscathed. His crimson skin glistened with sweat, but he showed no signs of injury or fatigue. He glanced around the battlefield, his eyes finally settling on Omen.

Omen sat watching silently as Malek approached him. His body was far from fully healed, but at least his dislocated jaws were now aligned enough to enable him to talk.

"If I knew you were this strong, I'd have befriended you ages ago," he said with a smile. Malek said nothing in return, looking at him with a straight face.

"You survived?" Malek's question furrowed Omen's brow in confusion. Was he referring to the battle in their bunker room or the one just now where Omen had been tossed around like a ragdoll by an opponent that didn't even cause the red giant to shed an ounce of sweat?

Yet he replied with a calm voice that betrayed his pained expression—feeling your bones rejoining was not as pleasing as one might think. "Yes."

Malek studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable as he turned around to leave, heading north. "You've always had a knack for surviving," he said finally as he stopped halfway, his tone almost begrudgingly respectful. Omen quickly stood up as he felt the last tissue being replaced.

"I appreciate what you did for me about Tame, and now for the wyrm…thank you," Omen called out.

Malek completely stopped in his movement and turned slightly sideways. "I didn't kill Tame…but I wanted to." Omen said nothing at that. The red giant was dangerous-looking, yet he had a kind heart. Soon the giant replied again.

"In my world, when we save someone, they become indebted to us. So, when the time comes, Omen, you will help me with a favour…Be ready by then."

He said and continued walking, his giant strides carrying him away with quick ease. Omen watched him go, his mind racing. He wondered if it was best to follow Malek, after all, he had no destination in mind.

That night, Omen continued his journey fully alert. All his passive skills were automatic and didn't require any exogene consumption, but his active skills needed exogene and time to replenish. After a few hours, he had already recovered a large amount of it. Once again, he praised his ability for the fact that he didn't need food or water. If he were any other regular human, he wouldn't have had the strength to continue walking.

He moved through the desert with a heightened sense of awareness, his [vibration sense] constantly scanning for any threats. The black sands seemed endless, and the night sky offered little comfort. But he pressed on, driven by a mix of determination and the lingering sense of indebtedness to Malek…he needed something to absorb to get stronger.

Hours passed, and the landscape began to change subtly. The dunes became less frequent, and the ground started to show patches of rocky terrain. Omen's senses tingled with a growing anticipation. He wanted change but wasn't expecting it so soon.

Then, in the distance, he saw it: the faint glow of lights. He quickened his pace, his heart beating faster with a mix of hope and caution. As he drew closer, the lights resolved into a small encampment's flame. Omen's gaze shifted from the warmth of the fire to the three figures before him. At first glance, they appeared as three beautiful girls, but their blue skin, long tails, and completely yellow eyes made it clear that they were not ordinary humans. They seemed almost otherworldly; their beauty was tempered by an alien allure that held a strange, unsettling quality.

'oh come on, not again!' The three girls were gathered around the fire, each accompanied by a different man. The scene was starkly incongruous with the desolate surroundings of the forsaken desert. The men and women were entwined intimately, their movements suggesting a raw and unrestrained passion. The firelight cast flickering shadows on their bodies, accentuating their physicality and the intensity of their actions.

Omen watched in silent astonishment, unable to look away from the spectacle before him. The air was thick with the sounds of pleasure, muffled by the desert's chill but unmistakable. It was clear that, despite the harshness of their environment, these individuals were deeply engrossed in their desires, seeking solace and distraction from the unforgiving desert.

The short, curvy girl's riding had gradually decelerated until her partner's climax erupted inside her. She continued to move slowly, her movements more languid, until he reached his peak.

The taller, curvaceous girl had similarly slowed her aggressive bouncing. As she finally disengaged from her partner, his semen shot across her face, and she came off him with a seductive, almost theatrical motion. Her expression was one of satisfaction, though it was quickly overshadowed by what followed.

The slim girl, who had been performing oral sex with wild intensity, also began to slow down. Her actions became more methodical as she licked the tip of her partner's dick, savoring the last remnants of his pleasure.

But then, in a horrifying twist, her mouth revealed a row of razor-sharp teeth, starkly different from the smooth, seductive facade she had presented moments before.

With brutal efficiency, she bit down hard. The man's sudden screams of agony were muffled by the desert's cold silence as the girl's mouth, now expanded grotesquely, clamped down and beheaded him in a single, horrific motion. The beheading was clean, with the girl's powerful jaws crushing through bone and flesh with ease, then proceeded to chew the man's skull