Yet, Scarvros considered it foolish for him not to hide but to openly reveal himself to everyone, he was lucky about the impending calamity, or he would have been caught by now.
Well, his foolishness turned out to be my gain!
He knew he would be able to swallow all the profit the moment he returned to the underground city and teleport to Trion.
He could finally leave his life of deary service. Furthermore, he was no longer the bright-eyed and bushy tail youth who sought to give his soul to the Great God of Storms and worship him forever.
After a thousand years of service, his naivety had been washed away over the centuries by the things he had seen and done, and now the only thing he craved was freedom and the chance to start a small family of his own, in a world far from war.
To think Circe and Nana had such a hot lottery ticket on their hands and did not know the value, well, the wind of luck had finally blown on his face, and it was indeed refreshing.
Scarvros began pulling more green wind from his Territory, disregarding the consumption, for he had steadily built his reserve over the last four hundred years, but he did not care and continued burning it.
No matter how much he lost, he was bound to gain so much more than he could ever imagine.
According to Circe, the man now called Erohim, who was undoubtedly Rowan Kuranes, had lost his memory in a deathly tribulation. Could it be that easy?
Well, to steal an Origin Treasure, would not have been easy by any stretch of the imagination, he must have gone through severe tribulations to survive and escape.
With that thought, the last few suspicions in his mind began to fade.
Yes, it was that easy!
At first, he wanted to attack and take him with him back to Trion, maybe there would be extra benefits, but seeing that he only needed to report the sightings, he would be a fool to take any unnecessary risk to endanger his life.
There were enough witnesses of his presence on the planet, and no one would dispute the fact that he was the one that submitted the information first.
"Nana, is so gonna be pissed when she finds out about this." Scarvros laughed again, such a boon from this would be enough to heal her wounds and return her fading lifespan.
Scarvros flew high above the clouds, so he would miss roaming bands of the avian horde, it was intuition more than anything that made him sweep his Divine Sight below him, and at first, he did not understand what he was looking at.
How could he? It was not an everyday sight to see something , even for someone like him who have lived for more than a thousand years.
He saw razor sharp ridges more than two hundred feet in length extend far down into the clouds, and his Divine sense alerted him to look forward. He saw those same razor sharp ridges ahead of him, looking back it was also the same situation.
They were bopping gently, as if they were surfing along a long gentle wave, and his Divine sense began to trace the spikes down to its Origin.
At first, he had a brief sense that what he was seeing was not real, it was like seeing a mountain filled with sharp spikes drifting quietly through the clouds.
Then he saw the eyes of the beasts, and his Divine sense travelled down their length, and he knew that no creatures such as this had ever existed inside the Empire.
For it was impossible that such a creature was unknown. He shuddered, there were no beasts like these on Jarkarr, these must be alien creatures, but three of them?
These sorts of powerful beasts were rare, to see three of them at the same time was improbable.
This was not a chance occurrence. They were hunting him.
Scarvros was no longer a rookie, and he instantly formulated his plan of action, he reached deeply into his Territory and gathered two percent of all the green winds, and he spliced those with the only gust of white winds of Alfar he had begun stockpiling recently, and he placed his hands together, as if he was praying.
A dull rumble emanated from his closed palm, and he opened his hands wide open where a ball of swirling green and white wind so dense it appeared as if it was marble rotated in the middle of his palm.
This was a Minor World, and calling up the power of his Territory was enough to leave cracks in space, the sounds that came out from those spatial tears were like fingernails running down a chalkboard.
"Rejin!" He called on his Incarnation, and a green bull with a single long horn appeared in front of him and sank into his head. His eyes suddenly transformed into a deep pit that held only swirling green winds, and he grinned.
Perhaps he would take a few bonuses along with him.
The ball of wind split in two. Keeping one palm to his chest, he thrust the other downward, and it fell from his hand like a stone, leaving long tears in space with its passage.
The moment the ball of wind reached the clouds, it disappeared without any disturbance. "Rejan!" Scarvros growled and the entire clouds for miles were lit up by a green glow before everything below him exploded.
It was like multiple hundreds of hurricane class winds exploding forth at the same time. The blast vaporized all the clouds and pushed the massive mountains of spikes out of their cover. The blast travelled for miles, and although he was far above the cloud, the earth below was devastated, turning an entire forest below to dust.
There was a reason that using powers from your Territory was frowned on when in Minor Worlds. Their barriers were simply too weak.
"What the fu*k is that…" Scarvros nearly screamed when the devastation ended and below him were revealed the Ouroboros Serpents who were only pushed a few miles back, their scales were scratched and appeared battered.
In comparison to their size, this damage was nothing. But how could this be the only damage they took from that blast?
Before his eyes, the minor scratches on their scales disappeared and the small smirk he had on his mouth vanished.
The otherworldly nature of these creatures made Scarvros eyes to squint in panic. The blast of wind he unleashed could scour through rock and metal, but it only pushed the creatures back, and their massive eyes stared at him, as if he was prey.
"Wait, I thought there were three of them."Then he was covered in darkness, and he looked up, only to see the sky replaced with endless darkness filled with needle - sharp teeth the size of oak trees.
A massive suction force that defied reason emanated from that pit of darkness, and his body was wrenched from his position and dragged upward. Only the shielding of his Territory gave him enough strength to scream, and he slammed the remaining ball of wind upwards where it exploded creating a green cataclysm, which did nothing but reduce the suction force by half.
Scarvros eyes began to twitch.
He noted, with a dawning horror, that that pit of darkness was swallowing the green winds with apparent relish.
He called up more of the green winds from his territory, as holding back at this point was beyond suicidal, and the world around him turned green.
A thunderous rumble resounded, and the three Ouroboros Serpents were pushed back, from afar they resembled streaks of darkness against a vast sky filled with green.
But, it was possible to see that darkness began slowly to devour every green in the sky, and after a while, the sky returned to the gray color of dusk.
Scarvros had taken the opportunity to escape farther away, the Ouroboros Serpents let off a dull growl from their chest that made the surrounding skies vibrate for miles, and they vanished in pursuit.