The Primordial Record

The golden giant did not falter against this assault.

Blades, maces, whips, hammers, shields, and many weapons she could not name were conjured from flames as hot as the sun, but Tenma was in a maddened state and he was winning, pressing every advantage he had, and the armor of the golden giant was getting cracked, leaking white light.

Tenma brought both of his palms together and made a mystical gesture and a purple gate opened in front of him, he spat his heart's blood into the open portal and it expanded to a hundred thousand feet, and from inside the portal, seven massive demonic arms emerged.

Each of the arms had the face of a weeping woman in their palms and their eyes suddenly opened and they shrieked.

With an angry swipe, Tenma dismissed the portal, this action severed the emerging hands at elbows, and an angered roar echoed in the void but Tenma's focus was only on the golden giant before him.

All these while the thousand arms behind him had not relented in their assaults, pressing the golden giant, as it kept giving ground, leaving pieces of its golden armor behind.

Creating chains of darkness Tenma linked them to the severed arms in front of him and their colors changed from a swamp green to inky black, and with a roar that echoed for millions of miles he thrust them toward the golden giant.

The golden giant set its feet in space, dismissed all the weapons it was holding, and with a mystical word that shattered reality, it conjured a massive shield of flames and fanned its flaming wings in a weird pattern.

Billions of tiny lights streamed from its wings and the size of the shield multiplied a thousand fold, on the face of the shield were the billions of faces from the world that was destroyed a short while ago.

The spells these Angels of Rowan conjured were carrying the traits of both the Demonic and Celestial.

It was just in time as the seven demonic fists slammed against the shield and everything went white.

The light that erupted from that clash was brief, and then the shockwave that rippled out brought about a level of destruction that felt as if the universe was about to collapse.

Shario spat blood as her body flattened, breaking all the ribs that she had just created. She was flung further back for another hundred thousand miles as the space where the clash happened was occupied by a storm of fire and purple lightning for almost fifty thousand miles.

Multiple worlds in the distance shattered to pieces as stars began to go out…

Shario struggled to stand and looked around at the devastation, she wanted to weep, "My world is ending…" she whispered to herself.

The space a few hundred feet beside Shario's body shivered and a golden hand emerged, it seized the edges of reality and pulled the rest of the golden giant out of the depths of space where the clash had shoved it.

Its armor was steaming and a purple and golden fire was falling from its body like rain, Shario watched frozen as the face covered by armor was revealed for the armor covering it face cracked and fell to pieces.

Waist-length white hair exploded from the destroyed helm and the Archangel turned to look at Shario before turning towards the direction of Tenma, and with that single glance, she felt like a child looking at a god.

The sheer dissonance in her thought made her heart flutter like a bird caught in the hands of a hunter.

'What sort of creature are you?' the bewildered thought filled her head.

The eyes of this giant were blazing like the sun, and his face was pure perfection, possessing a charm that only Divinity could carry.

Erudiel stood up and brushed the annoying flames clinging to his body, he nodded to an imperturbable voice in his head that told him he had bought enough time.

He looked down at his battered armor and a slight frown crossed his perfect features. He was born to be a defender, and to see the tools he needed to stand against the storm filled him with rage at his incompetence.

Erudiel had silently forgotten that Rowan considered them equal to a Minor God only, yet he had been fighting against Tenma a god that had just revealed himself to be much more powerful than a Major God, and even though he had been injured by looking at the Spirit Matrix Gate, he was still extremely powerful.

Golden fire poured out from his flesh as thick as liquid metal and his armor repaired itself, his featureless mask snapped back into place and he conjured fresh sets of blades.

From beside Erudiel space rippled and three other golden giants stepped through, Shario gaped in shock, as the body of Herod the Flayed was being gripped dismissively in the hands of one of the giants, and in the second hand was the divine Spark of Herod that had been sliced in two.

Tenma emerged from the darkness and he looked at the Spark of Herod in shock.

Sadness clouded his face for a short while, and he went still like a rock as something cracked inside him.

Most would never know that Herod was his child.

The body of Herod was discarded like thrash and blue light enveloped it and it disappeared.

Tenma snapped his fingers and Shario's body sank into darkness and appeared beside him.

"Shario, we are in a bit of a bind," he smiled at her.

She didn't snap at him for she was among the few that knew that Herod was his only offspring, "Tenma…" she whispered.

"I will be bringing the rest of the gods here, including all their Divine Kingdoms, we are being picked off one at a time, and this is where we shall make our stand. You are free to draw all the power from your Divine Kingdom, with me here no one shall interrupt you. Let's make them pay."

Shario nodded, and she pulled power as she had never done before, not holding back in the least and reality turned blue.

It was as if a blue sun was rising.

The darkness rippled and the angered and sorrowful Cerulean gods stepped through, each of them was blazing with the lights from their Divine Kingdom.

"Let's kill these motherfuckers!" Shario screamed.

Accompanied by the angered roars of the Cerulean Gods, the Archangels coldly drew their weapons and stepped forward.