Suffering, Creating a Warrior Population
After Nimrod sent the harvested "Twilight Giant" Uniqueness to the Kingdom of Disorder, he did not leave at once.
With one beat of his golden wings, he avoided the hundreds and thousands of blue-black giant eagles attacking him.
The Mentor of Chaos stared at the orange-red rock surface and the blue-black rivers, still wreathed in intricate, overlapping gray-black Rule Lines.
The effect the Uniqueness had on the Moon of Dusk did not vanish just because I collected it. Although the "Twilight Giant," unlike the "Red Priest" and the "Witch," possessed no authority over a divine kingdom, it had still formed a similar domain on the Moon of Dusk, thereby affecting Vespid.
An image flashed through Nimrod's mind: millions upon millions of years ago, an orange-red greatsword descended from the sky.
Time flowed on, and the cold rocky surface turned a shining orange-red, with blue-black rivers of dusk running across it.
As images flickered through the Primarch's mind, light glimmered in his eyes.
Light and shadow flashed, rose, then swiftly went out.
I still can't use psychic power, but the obstruction isn't as great.
Nimrod slipped aside, avoiding the dozen-plus pairs of talons that came for him.
He raised his right hand and pressed the Communication Bead in his ear.
A rustling sound indicated that the Sonic Array system was being interfered with.
Without communication base stations on the ground, Sonic Array communications would suffer interference.
Nimrod grew even more certain of his guess and came to a conclusion:
The time when the "Twilight Giant" had fallen here was beyond measure, and its influence had already sunk deep into the Moon of Dusk.
Mm... for quite a long time to come, this influence would not fade.
As Nimrod pondered, he soared upward and shook off the