Chương 7: Fixing the Ship and Forging an Empire
I look at the ferrous dunes of Mars, a frozen spire of metal, behind me. I turn back into the ship, breaking apart shards of Ice, to find the tech and Kroot, hidden beneath.
Many of the pods lay broken, the Kroot within them killed, by piercing pieces of ice and metal.
However 4 dozen pods lay unbroken. With 3 shapers, 21 women and the rest being men. I isolate a part of the ship, creating a breathable atmosphere, before releasing the survivors from their stasis.
They stir, shaking their bodies in a manner similar to a dog after being drenched. They look around before focusing on me. In front of me I had a native animal. One that looked like a Pokemon Gibble.
They rush towards it, devouring it and allowing them to breath in the thin and nearly uninhabitable atmosphere of Mars.
I unlock the door, letting the rusty and dry wind sweep through the room. I step through the door, ordering the warriors to split into groups to hunt. Each one led by a Shaper.
We go out to hunt, the reddish landscape spanning far into the horizon. A small fractured lump, seemingly sharp and misshapen stood out from the rest.
Me and my small hunting party approach, the ruins becoming larger and larger. A symbol, one not entirely unfamiliar to me, was present on the floor at the centre of the ruins. A large Octagram with pedestals at each of the points. Five of the eight were motionless while only three seemed active. One with dark swirling chains, seemingly with minds of their own, the other covered in a destructive barrier, the last one only had some seemingly unassuming mist pouring from the pedestal's base. I was reminded of the Duality that the Marvel and DC worlds had in that moment recognising the sources as powerful beings from that twin universe.
I send my men to continue the hunt at another location, I had seen strange bladed worms about, along with a variety of other creatures, that would surely develop their adaptation and serve as excellent additions to my power.
I walk into the room, standing at the centre of the symbol. The half shattered door closing itself and the room's roof reconstructing to its former glory. The pedestals turn into thrones, with five seating shadowy figures that could barely be distinguished. The three that could be seen were the pedestals that were previously active. Their auras were different but unmistakably powerful. One unleashed an aura that threatened to destroy the very space around us, the other with an aura that would suppress and entrap a lesser being, while the last one had an aura of what most could never escape, regardless of power, death and decay.
"Welcome!" spoke the Destructive being, "Rejoice, for you have been chosen to embody one of our powers, the Power of Death, the Power of The Jailor, and the Power of Destruction!"
"Hmm, I thought it was you." They stare at me in befuddlement for a moment before settling down again. "You're Cyttorak and the other dudes from the weird war pact right?"
They stare at me, confused as to how someone from another universe would know about them. "Speak! How do you know of us when only a few of our shattered temples were brought to this universe!?"
"Before I answer your question can the shadowy dudes hear me, or only you?"
"I told you to SPEAK!" his fist hits his throne, a shockwave coming off it and hitting my body. I morphed by skin to the Nightwing's scales and took the brunt force.
"Answer my question!"
A low rumbling comes from Cyttorak one clearly laced with aggression. The other two beings start to Chuckle before the Jailor speaks "I'll answer your question young one, no they cannot hear you, nor can they see you beyond a shadowy figure, it's a balancing act of sorts, only those without an avatar can see the avatars when they are chosen. This means that the loner another one of us has an avatar the less information they have, however their avatars also have more time to grow stronger."
"You can see how powerful I am, so what we can do is that I can become the avatar for all three of you, you guys can ally and whatnot and you get a really powerful contractor that will absolutely crush the other Contractors, deal?"
An unintelligible rumbling comes from all three beings as they seem to discuss, Cyttorak seems, somewhat more pacified than before and the Jailor even smiles a twisted smile.
They all speak together "Very well, we will accept your proposal" The Jailor then speaks alone, seemingly the designated spokesperson for the three "Say your name so that we may pass our domains unto you"
"I am Majin Ken!"
"I Cyttorak, I Krakkan, I Valtorr, take Majin Ken as my avatar, and share him according to the agreement" "We find you interesting, so entertain us, and beat the other Avatars, it'll be so fun to see!" A Mad cackle escapes the Jailor's lips
"Just a little disclaimer, since we share you, we've bestowed a third of our individual Avatar potential onto you, meaning that some slightly weaker Avatars will pop up as well, we'll get them to follow you when you show them our marks tho!" "Anyways Byyyye!"
I blink, I now stand in front of the ruined temple once more, my servants carrying several creatures on their backs while they stare at me and wait for me to speak.
"Let's return"
In his hand he held a gemlike object, a Black Pearl, with a Ruby and Obsidian shards within it.
A/N: Hello! It's me, your wonderful Author, don't forget to give Power Stones, that'll help my power grow so that I can interact with my material plane keyboard better and get more Chapters out to you Erdrich Beings.
Anyhow here are the abilities he's gotten.
Acquired Abilities:
Domain of Destruction 1/3
Domain of Death 1/3
Domain of the Jailor 1/3
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