Anomalous

Liquid fire flowed out of six eyes, smoldering green and freezing blue. The body shook, long clawed arms spasming and legs switching. The white ground which was not so white anymore scorched even more, leaving traces of blue ice and black burn marks. It heaved itself up, palm pushing off the ground to lift its body weight. Bones creaked with the movement of joints and metal, wherever the crazy goddess had put one in its body making scraping sounds.

It stood 9ft tall if not more than her children, it's six eyes locked on both her and her clone. With a metallic-looking body frame, a green glowing chest region that looked like a jagged gash was made there from the collar bone to the upper abdomen. Muscular and cold, it gave off a sense of doom and destruction.

Four arms spread out in ecstasy as the being stretched itself. The mouth stretched wide to reveal a gaping maw.

• Destruction beget Doom and Doom is Death• The words had the creature pausing its eyes flashing with a barely hidden hunger. It was not cold unlike the frost flames burning over it. There were no emotions within it, just cognizance. Sentience. Cold calculating intelligence.

Its arms dropped to its sides and its legs moved kneeling before Hilde.

"Creator!" Its voice was like a thunderstorm locked within a box, loud, frightful yet suppressed.

"Rise Anoma. Death's Herald. King of The Unliving and First Man of False Life. Rise and bring destruction". Its head flexed up like a jolt, and its arms twitched. With a hiss of vapor from its mouth it rose to its feet.

[Name - Anoma]

[Race - Anomalous False Life] - [Specie - Doom Sovereign]

[Lv 1] - [Rank - SUPERIOR]

An entity forged for only one purpose, infringing on the doorsteps of the forces. An anomaly in false life existences, given true life yet still tethered to the unliving. It obeys only the purifier and forger of its shard while animated.

[PERKS] - [Anomaly] - [King of The Unliving] - [Life Sense] - [Divine Miasma] - [Superior Battle instincts] - [Armanent] Conjuration] - [Necrotic Frost Fire] - [False Life Evolution]

[Anomaly]

While false life has no sentience or sapience the anomaly is one with sapience, true life granted by the spark.

[King of The Unliving]

As the only true living false life and by virtue of its strength and intelligence the anomaly has gained the King of the unliving perk. Able to create, perceive, command, and exert dominance over all false lives.

[Life Domain]

A perk combined with the king perk and Life sense perk. All life and false life within the domain of the king are unhidden.

[Divine Miasma Tether]

Siphoning miasma directly from the green sun and storing excess energy back to it. As King of the Unliving, a title recognized by the absolute and given power by the Green sun, one can directly channel large amounts of miasma from the sun.

[Superior Battle instincts]

Able to follow and use battle instincts whether trained or untrained as part of the basic body motor movements.

[Armanent Conjuration]

Condensing of miasma into desired weapon variants. The fine-tuning of this perk while powerful and full of potential is also tasking.

[Necrotic Frost Fire]

A cold and corruptive greenish-blue fire with the capabilities to both freeze and infect living foes with the corruption of False Life.

[False Life Evolution]

Like all False Life,

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HILDE'S POV

The cold steel that made up its head pointed up in a sleek design, the position where a mouth was meant to be was nothing but a piece of folded metal around the spot. It was both chilling and macabre, especially with the slight steam that oozed from it.

I watched as Anoma turned away without a single word. Whether he was capable of speech or not was unknown as he simply leaped into the air quickly becoming a fast-disappearing dot. He was the final piece, a final piece in what should become a pure act of dominance in Mistrelon. It made me quite shocked though to think back to everything I had made here in Mistrelon.

While I would have loved to follow and see how Anoma built himself and how most of his perks could be used I also had other things to do. The main thing I wanted to do all along.

Train.

The tournament was coming, war would either follow before or after the tournament and the funny thing was how it might affect the story for...

" I didn't just think of this." I grinned devilishly. The idea I just had was not proofed or well planned but it could be worked on. I really wanted to sit down and start making the arrangements but I couldn't be distracted again.

"A step at a time," I muttered to myself. "First. Train. Second. Plant the seeds and third, Grow."

I nodded with glee as I could see the plan getting wings in my mind and taking flight. I hopped forward as my grin remained. With a step like Anoma's, I lurched forward, not up into the sky but forward headed straight for the gate. It was time to see what a tier one could do against a living, breathing destroyer.

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The unnatural clicks and rattles coming from the throat of the large destroyer were a clear warning for the creatures around to flee. This scene was not so strange if one knew the habits of destroyers. As one of the apex predators of Mistrelon, almost all entities within the white plains feared such hunters. While their innate blindness was a boon to the weak it was also a strength as it aided in developing other senses of the Destroyer such as taste and hearing.

This guided the creature into becoming a silent killer, one that was as soundless as unmoving rocks, its white rough skin helping to blend into the white environs when hunting or stalking prey. This unknown to Hilde was why she had barely noted or seen the creature the first time she had an altercation with it.

Now though things were different for one reason. The only time Destroyers were known to make noise was after a hunt, when in a battle, or when already noticed by their prey. It was both a means of communication and warming to either friend or foe.

At the moment it was the relish in the meal it was about to enjoy. Its prey a horse-sized three-headed cow-like creature with six crooked spider-like limbs lay beneath one of its palms as it held one of the throats in its claw-like grip.

Destroyers were lethal hunters but not pragmatic. Sadist to a fault. They were villains who relished in their prey suffering to survive. This was why the poor creature was still alive as the Hunter held one head gripping it tight, claws buried within its neck. As a three-headed animal, it was harder to die with just one head dead but of course, it hurt like hell which explained the mad squeals and kicks of the animal. The destroyer's rattles were like a peal of dark laughter.

One that disturbed Hilde as she sat atop the tree watching with a chill growing down her spine.

'I guess that's the game warning me not to fail. Got it'. With that thought she let go of the branch holding her up and fell. Hilde was no naive creator to believe that she could reach the thing unheard. While there was the sound of the prey's squeals and its rattle-like laughter the destroyers had not become the most feared hunters in Mistrelon for nothing.

With a snap of its head, the spot where eyes should have been covered by flesh, nothing but two slits for a nose, and the Cheshire jagged lips that parted to reveal serrated unaligned fangs, all turned up to face her. The whistle of her tearing through the air alerted it to her descent. A smile lit up her face to match the one displayed on the thing.

"All eyes on me"

The creature heard the words and while Hilde was not sure if language was understandable she was certain that it got her intent which explained its head cocking in confusion to the side. Of course, it would be confused when prey wanted it to look at it, both because it had no eyes and even if it did it was certain that prey should not want to be seen.

Destroyers were brutal and intelligent but this was something on another level. So it just totally ignored it and leaped forward. Its body moved but its head slid to the side both dropping with thumps.

Hilde looked to the side where Golden Hilde had slid to a stop. The blade in her hand was not even stained. She had moved so fast that not even the destroyer had detected her. So fast that the blood had been unable to stain the metal. So fast that the destroyer had not even realized it was dead.

"Well. it seems the answer to your enemy hearing everything." both Hildes looked at each other as the remaining words echoed in their minds. 'Is to move faster than sound.'

Golden Hilde was a weaker version of Hilde, a clone formed from the devil's boon skill. It could possess only 30% of the original's power. Something Hilde realized meant nothing when that individual possessed knowledge a tier one had.

By actively using her divinity to fuel her Golden clone body and pushing it to the brink of power she had been able to move at speeds near to those she had used to battle in the Nether Realm against Ayarat's denizens. With such speed and a sword of Cosmic construct charged with the spark of her Culdre arm, it ended before the Destroyer even realized.