PASSAGE 39: ESSENCE OF EVIL

The Carrion Weaver, its crimson gaze momentarily diverted by the chopper's demise, snapped back towards Alaric. Yet, instead of the defiant human it expected, the colossal entity found itself staring into the abyss.

Alaric was no longer the boy they saw before. He pulsed with a dark energy, a chaotic aura that crackled with an intensity that defied the rain itself. The very downpour seemed to hesitate before reaching him, vaporizing into wisps of steam before contact. It was as if the world itself feared the raw power radiating from his form.

This wasn't the calm, controlled power Alaric was accustomed to wielding. This was the monstrous surge of the Ephemeral Surge, awoken by the despair and fury twisting his heart. It was the same destructive rage that had consumed him after Selena's death, a power he desperately wished to suppress. But now, fueled by the screams of the fallen reporters, the Ephemeral Surge had taken hold, transforming him into a weapon of vengeance.

In the blink of an eye, Alaric vanished. One moment he stood defiant on the rooftop, the next, he was a blur of dark energy. The Carrion Weaver, surprised by this sudden shift, barely had time to react. A thunderous crack echoed through the rain, followed by a sickening thud. Alaric, a dark fist wrapped in crackling energy, had materialized right in front of the colossal entity and landed a devastating blow square on its face.

The sheer force of the impact sent a shockwave through the ravaged city, sending debris flying and shattering windows. The Carrion Weaver, a creature of immense power, was sent reeling. Its gargantuan form stumbled back, a look of surprise flashing in its crimson eyes. This human, this speck of defiance, had managed to strike it. For the first time since its emergence from the rift, the Carrion Weaver felt the sting of pain, a testament to the raw power coursing through Alaric's Ephemeral Surge-enhanced form. 

Alaric landed back on the rooftop, his dark aura crackling like a storm cloud around him. Without a moment's pause, he launched himself at the Carrion Weaver, a whirlwind of rage and vengeance. He rained down blow after blow upon the monstrous entity, each punch echoing like a thunderclap through the ravaged city. Black energy pulsed with each strike, radiating through the Carrion Weaver's body and causing it to flinch with each hit.

Alaric knew the clock was ticking. The Ephemeral Surge was a potent but fleeting power, and its effects wouldn't last forever. He had to finish this fight before the darkness that consumed him once more vanished. But just as he prepared to unleash another devastating attack, a primal instinct sent a shiver down his spine.

He stopped mid-punch, a sudden awareness flaring within him. Danger. Immense, soul-crushing danger unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It wasn't emanating from the Carrion Weaver – no, it originated from within the creature itself!

His crimson gaze narrowed, focusing on the colossal monstrosity sprawled on the ground. A chilling sight unfolded before him. A dark, inky cloud began to seep from the Carrion Weaver's body, swirling and growing in size with each passing moment. It pulsed with a malevolent energy that made Alaric's Ephemeral Surge feel like a child's tantrum.

Panic clawed at his throat. He stumbled back, desperate to put distance between himself and the ominous cloud. The darkness spread like a living entity, engulfing the Carrion Weaver's body and reaching outwards, threatening to consume the entire city.

Alaric's mind raced. What in Chronos' name was happening? Had he unleashed something even worse than the Carrion Weaver itself? A cold dread settled over him as he realized this new threat dwarfed anything he'd ever faced. 

Alaric scrambled back, his heart hammering against his ribs. The ominous cloud, born from the Carrion Weaver's body, continued its malevolent growth. But then, something unexpected happened. Instead of continuing to expand, the cloud began to shrink. It pulsed with a dark rhythm, its inky tendrils pulsating inward with each beat. The air around Alaric grew heavy, thick with an oppressive darkness that made it hard to breathe.

This wasn't a relief; it felt more like the calm before a monstrous storm. The cloud condensed, shrinking down until it resembled a swirling vortex of obsidian mist. It spun wildly in the air, faster and faster, until it became a black whirlwind, a miniature hurricane of pure darkness. Then, with a deafening crack that split the sky, the vortex exploded outwards.

A horrifying gust of wind slammed into Alaric, a wall of dark energy that threatened to rip him from the ground. He braced himself, digging his heels into the cracked concrete and clenching his fists around the hilt of the Crescent Reaver. The wind howled around him, a malevolent force that tore at his clothes and whipped his hair into a frenzy. He could hear the metallic groan of the city buckling under the pressure, windows shattering and debris flying through the air like deadly projectiles.

This wasn't just wind; it was a weaponized blast of pure darkness unleashed from the very heart of the collapsing cloud. And with a horrifying certainty, Alaric knew this was only the beginning. The true terror within the Carrion Weaver was about to be unleashed. 

The oppressive wind died down as abruptly as it had begun. Alaric, battered and bruised, cracked open an eye, expecting the worst. What greeted him instead was a sight that defied logic.

The colossal Carrion Weaver, once a towering monstrosity, was gone. In its place lay a grotesque parody of a warrior. A figure barely above three meters tall, its once-skeletal form now encased in a suit of black, spiky armor that resembled a twisted crusader knight. Gone were the six grasping limbs, replaced by a pair of muscular arms wielding a massive, obsidian blade. The stench of decay that clung to its previous form had vanished, replaced by an aura of cold, oppressive power. 

A wave of disbelief washed over Alaric. The creature's transformation was undeniable, its colossal size traded for a more nimble, humanoid form. But the crimson glow in its eyes burned brighter than ever, radiating a power that sent shivers down Alaric's spine. The air crackled with a dark energy that made the Ephemeral Surge within him feel like a candle flame next to a raging inferno. 

This wasn't a victory lap. It was a horrifying metamorphosis. The Carrion Weaver, stripped of its monstrous bulk, had become a concentrated essence of pure, destructive power.  

Alaric blinked, the world blurring in and out of focus. His body ached with a dull throb, a reminder of the Ephemeral Surge's toll. "J-Jake?" he croaked, his voice hoarse. "Are you still there? Do you have any idea what just happened?"

A heavy silence greeted him, a stark contrast to Jake's usual enthusiasm. Finally, a voice crackled through the earpiece, devoid of its usual vibrancy. "Alaric... I'm sorry, but this is beyond me. I've never seen a rifter transform like that before."

Panic began to gnaw at the edges of Alaric's anger. As fear took hold, a chilling sensation washed over him – the Ephemeral Surge was fading. The raw power he'd wielded moments ago receded, leaving him drained and vulnerable.

"Alaric, listen to me!" Jake's voice cut through the fog clouding Alaric's mind. "Run! Get out of there now! This is way beyond your capabilities."

Alaric knew Jake was right. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to flee. This twisted monstrosity, a concentrated essence of the Carrion Weaver's power, was a force far beyond anything he'd ever faced.

He took a hesitant step back, his eyes glued to the swirling vortex of dark energy where the Carrion Weaver had stood. Then, a horrifying realization slammed into him – the monster was gone. A cold sweat prickled his skin as a primal instinct screamed at him: danger.

Before he could react, a colossal shadow engulfed him. A monstrous presence materialized behind him, reeking of death and decay. Alaric's body locked up, fear paralyzing him for a brief, agonizing moment.

Then, the world exploded in a flash of pain. A monstrous fist slammed into his back, sending him hurtling through the air like a ragdoll. He slammed into a pile of debris, the wind knocked from his lungs.  

A groan escaped his lips as he tried to catch his breath. Coughing, he clawed his way free of the wreckage, the Crescent Reaver clattering to the ground beside him. He raised his head, vision blurry, and met the crimson gaze of the transformed Carrion Weaver. A twisted grin stretched across the creature's face, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

"Alaric! You still with me?!" Jake's voice crackled through the earpiece, laced with a raw edge of worry.

"Yeah," Alaric rasped, coughing up a spray of blood. "Still breathing, at least." His entire body throbbed in agony, a testament to the Carrion Weaver's brutal strike. 

The monstrous figure loomed before him, its crimson gaze burning with malevolent glee. Alaric couldn't fathom how its speed and strength had amplified so drastically. This wasn't the lumbering behemoth he'd faced moments ago; it was a whirlwind of destruction, a predator toying with its prey.

The Carrion Weaver took a deliberate step forward, the ground groaning beneath its weight. Alaric scrambled to his feet, legs shaking like jelly. He couldn't afford to be paralyzed by fear – he needed an escape plan, and fast.

The monster lunged, its massive blade flashing through the air with a deadly glint. Alaric dove to the side, the blade whistling past him with a deafening whoosh. He landed hard on the debris-strewn ground, his heart hammering like a trapped bird.

But his fear was short-lived. With horrifying ease, the Carrion Weaver swung its sword again, effortlessly cleaving through a pile of rubble as if it were butter. Alaric knew then that dwelling on the monster's strength was a luxury he couldn't afford. He bolted, his legs pumping like pistons as he tore through the devastated cityscape.

However, the hope of escape evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. In a blur of motion, the Carrion Weaver intercepted him, a monstrous fist slamming into Alaric's gut with the force of a battering ram. The air whooshed out of his lungs in a ragged gasp, and he crumpled to his knees, vision swimming with stars.

A cruel laugh filled the air, a chilling sound that scraped against Alaric's ravaged senses. The Carrion Weaver grasped him by the head, its grip like a vise. It lifted him high, dangling him precariously above the ground. A grotesque smile stretched across its face, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Alaric stared into its crimson eyes, a cold dread settling in his stomach.

This was it. This was the end.

But just as the Carrion Weaver raised its monstrous blade for the final blow, a streak of flame erupted in the air, slamming into its head with a resounding boom. The monster roared in surprise, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack. 

Alaric blinked, his vision focusing on the source of the blast. There, amidst the ruined buildings, stood Jake, a determined glint in his eyes. In his hand, a crudely crafted blaster sputtered and smoked – a testament to his desperate ingenuity.

"J-Jake?!" Alaric croaked, his voice trembling with disbelief. "What are you doing out here?" 

The Carrion Weaver, momentarily stunned by the blaster's unexpected defiance, loosened its grip on Alaric. He tumbled to the ground in a heap, gasping for breath. But the reprieve was short-lived. The monstrous entity turned its crimson gaze towards Jake, its cruel smile morphing into a snarl of pure malice.

"Alaric!" Jake's voice boomed through the devastated cityscape, his bravery echoing in the face of overwhelming odds. "I'll buy you some time! Run! Now!"

"Jake! No! You will—" Alaric croaked, desperate to warn his friend. But before the full sentence could escape his lips, the world dissolved into a horrifying blur. The Carrion Weaver, a whirlwind of rage, launched itself towards Jake at an impossible speed.

In a blink, the colossal blade found its mark, piercing through Jake's chest with a sickening thud. The vibrant spark in his eyes, the one that mirrored Alaric's own determination, slowly flickered. He crumpled to the ground, a silent victim of the monster's cruelty.

Alaric's world tilted on its axis. Disbelief and fury ripped through him in a violent storm. He watched, his eyes wide and unblinking, as the Carrion Weaver reveled in its kill, a grotesque grin splitting its face.

But the triumph didn't last.

The monster's smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of unease. It whipped its head around, drawn by a sudden surge of energy that echoed through the devastated city. As its crimson gaze met Alaric's, a chilling realization dawned on the monstrosity.

The lone human standing before it was no longer the battered warrior from moments ago. Alaric rose slowly, his body enveloped in a dark aura that pulsed with an otherworldly golden light. The fury he felt for Jake's death, a potent cocktail of despair and rage, resonated with the Eye of Chronos. 

Alaric couldn't believe his eyes. His friend, his comrade, had been brutally taken from him. But amidst the pain and the fury, a new resolve ignited within him. He wouldn't let Jake's sacrifice be in vain.

A notification flickered into existence before Alaric's eyes, a stark blue text against the crimson backdrop of his rage. It was the Eye of Chronos, the once serene artifact now pulsating with a power that mirrored his own tumultuous emotions. The message says. 

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