"I took the eggs to Freneskae, for I thought we would be safe there.
I was Wrong.
Jas found us, and there was nothing we could do to stop her from reclaiming the eggs.
She could kill us all with merely a word. No power in this universe could stand in her way.
I did not expect Kerapac to find it in another.
The shadow leviathan struck without warning, and I felt it's presence tear it's way into our reality, yet despite it's immeasurable power, It was Kerapac that broke the balance. Heedless of the terrible pain his defiance earned him, he directed the full force of his artefacts towards their creator.
With it's power spent, the Needle broke in two.
Distracted for a mere moment, Jas was overwhelmed.
The monstrous intruder dragged it's prey back into it's own realm, and without the Needle's ability, Kerapac was powerless to escape a similar fate. He was dragged into the tear in reality along with what was left of the Needle.
It's hunger satisfied, the breach snapped shut, leaving nothing but a terrible silence in it's wake. An elder God had been defeated.
I would not have believed it possible if I had not been here to see it happen"
-Seren
The twisting and chaotic dimension of Erebus was wrong in it's very existence. It was a tumultuous place where up was neither up, down, nor left or right, and forward was neither stopped nor backwards.
The very laws of reality were twisted by the dangerous shadow anima that infected the universe. One second Kerapac was right next to the shadow leviathan and the next he was shooting through a mountain range many planets away. Then, in another moment, he was floating above a massive sea of shadow anima that reached beyond what his sight could allow him.
A massive shadow leviathan easily larger than a city broke the waves of the dark sea far in the distance, and it's very presence sent a chill down Kerapac's spine. Seconds later, he stood in the air above a vast city of black stone that expanded for kilometers all around. Space and time were constantly fluctuating and changing, leaving the Dragonkin disoriented and unable to perceive the plane around him the way he would normally.
However, the Siphon provided an anchor that held him from being completely lost in the swirling, spinning, chaos. He gripped the staff, and it shook and vibrated as it's power protected him from the most volatile effects of the shadow anima. The stabilization gem flashed violently and it resisted it's destruction.
Due to his decades of work and research with shadow anima, Kerapac had some resistance to the deadly anima, and as such, he did not die immediately as a mortal of Gielinor would.
Yet even such, the shadow Anima was so thick and potent, it was slowly tearing at his resistances, and he was concerned that he would die if he spent too much longer in this strange dimension.
And at that moment, Kerapac could hear a scream. It resounded from all around, as if coming through time itself. It was the death wail of Jas, the Elder God had finally reaped what it had sewn.
Despite his precarious situation, Kerapac let out a roar of joy. His slaver, his master, the one that had bound him and his people for tens of thousands of of years had finally died, yet it felt empty after a few seconds.
What was his purpose now? His people were dead, and his purpose, getting revenge on the gods who had enslaved him and his people was no longer in his hands. However, he still had not found the solution to the Dragonkin's ailment. Just for a moment, he considered letting himself go. He considered just for a second floating off into the sea of shadow anima.
As if.
No he would not do that, that is what the Nodon weaklings did. Sleep through the curse. No he would not do that. He would survive. He would strike out and make his own future after all these years.
Just then, the world around him shifted, and he found himself away from the shadow anima, somewhere dark. A dirty energy filled the air, reminding him of the powers of Zaros as he looked around himself. He was somewhere in a compound. A ritual magic circle was underneath his feet, and only then did he realize that this was a summoning circle.
A young boy lay sprawled out on the ground in black robes with blood leaking from his mouth, dead.
Kerapac looked at the young boy with disdain. A weakling summoner that couldn't even survive a summoning ritual deserved death, let alone for trying to bind and summon him.
Attempting to walk out of the circle caused Kerapac to be stopped abruptly by a barrier of magical energy.
His breath that was relatively calm began to turn into a rumble as anger began welling in his heart. This damned mage dared try to contain him?
However, he calmed himself. There was no need to get rash for no reason.
Raising the siphon, Kerapac imbued his will into it. It seemed that the Siphon had absorbed the residual power of the Needle.
Instantly the world revealed itself to him. The workings and complexities of the spell that attempted to bind him were revealed to him, and it was a rather impressive spell that utilized a different power than anima.
Kneeling down, Kerapac imbued mana into his clawed finger, and began scraping off bits and pieces of the magical circle until it shattered like glass and it fell apart.
Walking out of the circle and over to the young boy, he knelt by him and grabbed the boy's head.
"Let me see what secrets you hold" he said before the Siphon flashed with power and the flow of time was reversed. The boy opened his eyes and looked up at the Dragonkin and screamed a scream of terror.
"Quiet worm. Tell me where I am and if you have heard of Zaros and I'll let you die in peace" Kerapac asked in a hostile tone, shaking the small boy who began crying.
"I see you are just as useless as the other humans. Someone else will tell me all that I need" Kerapac said before closing his hand over the boy's head and with a cracking crunching sound, the boy's head popped like a grape in the Dragonkin's iron grip.
Getting up and wiping his hand on the dead boy's clothes to get rid of the brain matter and blood on his hand, Kerapac looked around the small building, finding various cult literature. It seemed this young human had been groomed or tricked into doing the bidding of some dark cult. Not that he cared what pitiful humans did with each other. He then left the small ritual shed and out into the dark of night.
Greeting him was a large open plains, and not more than a kilometer or two away was a sprawling city with a tower that reached into the sky.
This certainly was nowhere he had ever been before, and he didn't want to go to that city, as he felt a massive unbridled amount of a strange power just beneath the harmless feeling he got from it. There were clearly Gods, or beings on the level of Gods in this city, and the last thing he wanted to deal with was more Gods.
The night sky was full of countless twinkling stars and a bright moon that shown down upon the world that Kerapac found himself on.