them
As Nimrod hovered there, two Hraf Originators with black crystal spiral horns growing from the upper edges of their chests wrapped themselves in psychic power.
A wash of colored light rose from their withered bodies, and in the next instant they turned insubstantial, as if vanishing from the Origin Space, from the lower decks of the Shadow of the Throne.
The King of Hraf and the other Originator understood their intent through the exchange of psychic pulses. They deliberately let out a shrieking roar to draw Nimrod's attention.
The King of Hraf raised both hands, and sky-splitting aether lightning poured down.
Crackling explosions tore through the air, and shockwaves spread in shuddering ripples.
"I once fought Angron head-on. His martial power was admirable." The Originator swung the Warp Distortion, which was eighty centimeters longer than those of the other Originators, beat his bat wings, and drove straight at Nimrod.
"I hope... you... do not... disappoint... me..."
Two in the light and two in the dark, one far and one near, one left and one right—the strongest among the four Originators attacked Nimrod directly.
Nimrod neither moved nor dodged. The eyes of the "Mentor of Chaos" narrowed.
Whoosh!
In the eyes of the hundred or so surviving Hraf and the four Originators, Nimrod's body suddenly swelled.
In an instant, he seemed to have grown into a towering giant, trampling the entire Origin Space beneath his feet.
It was not a change in physical size, but a supernatural aether domain.
Before the Hraf Champions' thoughts could even stir, their minds were crushed by a terrifying, horrifying will.
Thud, thud, thud...
More than a hundred corpses crashed down.
The Hraf Originators' bodies all trembled. Their tendrils withered, spraying disgusting pus.
The two Hraf Originators hidden within the Aether Veil fell back into