Chapter 71. Concessions.

For a static second he didn't react. Then his vision turned red and instantly black and the world was reduced to a single wish.

Destroy. Destroy the primordial bastard before him.

His power was a cloak of dark rage and bloody rage roaring mutely in his heart, while his eyes did not lose sight of the spirit.

He was not even aware of the sounds of his clothes ripping as they were ripped apart, or the pain in his muscles as they tensed and jerked or when his bones crunched, shattering and repositioning themselves in the most natural way.

As he fell to his legs and refrained from growing, he did not forget to wrap a tight protective barrier around the shed and its occupants a couple of meters away. Even the pixies benefited from using the ceiling as their perch.