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Chapter 452: Chapter 452: A new Myth
Chapter 452 – A new Myth
[Unbelievable!]
The Will exclaimed, its usual emotionless and genderless voice surrendering to something primal... something alive beyond understanding.
Echidna did not care about what The Will was saying, or even about what any of these foul ascenders would think of her.
She could already sense the scorn in their eyes, withered of emotions by Time, their sneers scarring their lips with a touch of permanence, their very thoughts tainted by madness barely controlled.
Oh, she could feel all of them. Their presences were pressing down on her mercilessly.
So she hid her face with her bloodied palms, scratching it as if wishing to disfigure her features — not in shame, but in defiance of her own self.
Her decision had been made, yet her existence was screaming at her to take back her words.
She refused. She refused with all her might, going as far as abandoning everything that made her Echidna Serpentine.
Slowly, with a chilling process, Echidna was unraveling herself like a ribbon. The realm around her was shaking, then breaking, and fracturing in the same way her self was fracturing inwardly.
She stretched her mouth wide, screamed, then she wept, before finally sobbing like a newborn child.
It felt like she was going back to before her own birth, step by step.
Tears seeped down, made of blood and strange essence — those that were the very components of her power.
The monsters that had signed lifelong bonds with her sobbed with their mother, feeling her end in the most painful yet unexpected way possible.
Echidna steadily began to lose her appearance — her body dwindling, becoming shriveled like a balloon losing all the air inside.
Her eyes dropped out of their sockets. Her tongue followed, then her limbs and all her organs shuffled out.
She was being melted, transforming into something few could ever comprehend. Even the gods. The pain that came with it was heartbreaking, Echidna beginning to think she would lose her mind.
But why did it matter?
Soon enough, she would disappear. So why should she care? Yet she did. And so she wept even more.
The process continued until the Mother of Monsters was nothing but a pile of disembodied flesh and energy and blood and organs. A soft green light was shining at the place where her brain should have been.
The light was flickering sporadically, winking in and out like a dying star.
The monsters shrieked, and that, all over the Graveyard of Monsters. This was a mourning cry, and yet it was also one of wrath and deep, seething hatred.
The green light soon winked out, swallowed by emptiness.
The world froze, everything came to an anxious, choking silence.
Then from the remains of Echidna, a luster shone upon them. The luster was crimson-black, accompanied by hands that erupted from reality around, grasping the remains.
Reality was choked with unneeded madness.
The hands began to work with the remains, as if molding what was left of Echidna into something else — into someone else.
The process was mystical, harrowing and holy. Monsters began to appear around it; monsters of all types, sizes, colors and shapes.
One special monster was there, standing the closest to the process. It was a snake, big and wide, its body glistening with green scales, its head framed by two horns.
The eyes of the snake were unique, the pupils shaped like a snake eating its own tail. The beast hissed, and the monsters around began to howl.
This time, the scream was no simple scream. It was a song. A song of Rebirth and Madness.
Outside the tomb of Echidna, without knowing why, the other monsters began to dance and sing in a harrowing yet religious way.
The sight was enough to make the sky above black like a world where light never graced, an ominous feeling spreading all over the surroundings.
Coming back inside the grave, the process slowly came to a merciful end, the shape and appearance of the figure now all too clear.
It was none other than Inara Ouroboros Serpentine, reborn from the remains of her aunt, of her master, of her mother.
The crimson-black hands disappeared one by one, until nothing of them remained but wisps of light that entered the navel of Inara.
Once more, the air stilled, followed by the absolute silence of the monsters.
And then, as if they were being ordered, they all bowed their heads, foreheads kissing the ground in yearning reverence.
Inara’s body stayed unmoved for a moment, then the sound of heartbeats trumpeted through the whole Graveyard of Monsters.
BADUM—! BADUM—! BADUM—!
It was slow at first, then it quickened until the very chest of Inara shook with every single beat of her monstrous heart.
At last, after a moment, Inara’s eyes snapped wide open. The sound was like the clicking noise of a clock finally coming to the promised hour.
Her green and black-crimson webbed eyes graced the world. She blinked one time, two times, until finally she noticed all the monsters forming a wide circle with her at the center.
All of them bowed their heads.
Understanding flashed in her eyes, worthy of madness, and The Will chimed.
[You have inherited the Full Legacy of Echidna, The Mother of Monsters, and even more.]
[You have inherited everything of Her, and that even the Right of a Chosen Pathway once you are ready to walk that path.]
[Truly Unbelievable.]
[You are the first being in Existence to receive such a Gift, Inara Ouroboros Serpentine.]
[Your name will be remembered. Your Legend shall be sung by monsters and humans alike. Your Myth is taking root, and spreading all over the worlds.]
The Will paused then, Inara reading all these notifications with a heart that refused to stop pounding. Instead of feeling awe, happiness and pride inside of her...
Inara was feeling a tidal surge of sadness that threatened to devour her whole.
She realized only then what she had inherited, and it was not only power and an Epithet. Oh, it was very far from that.
The monsters around and outside lifted their heads to the sky, then stretched their mouths wide open. Summoning all the strength they could muster in their hearts and souls, they roared at the heavens in hatred and defiance.
The sky went blacker, swirling with Madness.
That was it.
That was the confirmation.
[Congratulations, you have succeeded.]
[You have obtained your Myth: Mother of Monsters.]
Inara found her breath refusing to enter her lungs. She winced, then pulled forcefully into her lungs a ragged breath as the last words of The Will echoed all around the Graveyard of Monsters.
[A new Mother of Monsters has been crowned.]
[Inara Ouroboros Serpentine is reborn as the Mother of Monsters, successor of Echidna and Scion of Madness.]
The snake hissed, time wavering.
The monsters roared.
The heavens wept black tears.
And so it began.
—End of Chapter 452—