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Primordial Descent

Before the birth of the world, there existed 6 primordial Aspects, which govern the nature and structure of everything in existence, and the ones who controlled them were none other than the supreme beings... The Primordial ones. However, of these six, there was one who sought to destroy the world and the system in which it operated. The Primordial of the sixth Aspect. This caused a great war in the Heavenly realm, causing the other 5 to rise against him. He was struck down, stripped of his Aspect and ultimately destroyed. Eventually, the world would come to know him as the Evil one, the god of despair... The Demon God. After several centuries and millennia have passed, the feared one has awakened. His rage and wrath unstoppable. Now he must have his vengeance on the 5 Primordials who betrayed him, retrieve his Aspect and destroy the world as he had intended from the beginning. This is the story of Hexarion... The Primordial of the Void, and the one who consumes all. Alternative Title: Primordial Descent. HEX: Aspect Of The Void WPC #204 (Evil Protagonist) Winner Bronze Prize PLEASE JOIN OUR DISCORD!!!  https://discord.gg/nTP43UEphg ALSO, WE NOW HAVE A SUBREDDIT COMMUNITY. Please join to interact more with other readers and the author! https://www.reddit.com/r/Magecrafspellcraft?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share This is to provide better services to you readers, and for a more direct conversation between me as an author, and you as readers. Plus, there are Original Character Designs of the novel characters in the communities. So, please... Hop on the Discord and Subreddit train! Follow me on Instagram: the_magecrafter

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Defeat

The moment Ogun's sword was extinguished, Wrath gleamed with delight and turned to the God of iron.

"It's your turn next."

Feeling the black wave of unknown power move toward him, Ogun instantly felt it was dangerous and dashed away. Any later and he would have been contaminated by the purely malevolent power.

>FWOOOOOSH<

His retreat was hasty, almost humiliating. It was like he was a scared prey that leaped at the sight of a predator. Such an action was the very epitome of disgrace for a god.

He regained his posture on the flat board beneath him and glared at Wrath from a safe distance. Anytime it seemed like the god of iron had the upper hand, this mortal always brought something new into the mix. It was vexing, extremely so!

"I could have caught you back when you retreated, but— even I have to admit that seeing a scampering god cling to his life is fun."