Apeiron: Legend Of The Infinity Mecha

Chapter 2

What happened next changed Grants life, and the course of history, forever. What happened next was straight from a nightmare. The boy's covered form slowly began to grow, what exactly was growing could not be seen due to the shifting slime, but whatever it was, was no longer human. Taller and taller it grew, soon surpassing the 20-meter Berserker that stood staring at it. The back began to bulge out unnaturally in multiple places. The head began to stretch along with the neck. The arms and hands became massive, disproportionate from the rest of the body. The torso became thick and bulky. The legs were completely covered and could not be seen in any way. Whatever was within was violently twisting and stretching, as if trying to escape prematurely from its cocoon.

Then, as the tower of slime reached a staggering 40 meters into the sky, the red eyes opened. Now massive along with the rest of its body, their gaze was fixed on the Berserkers standing before it. And the Berserkers felt something within them quail before this gaze, they were scared of this creature that had yet to even show itself. Berserkers, while possessing a fear that keeps them from great deeds of stupidity and self-harm, had never before been seen to be scared of something. So Genevieve and her sister were in awe as the monsters started to back away from those great red eyes. But before they could take so much as a second step, the slime slid away. In a sudden rush, the sludge flowed into the shape of armor and spikes, revealing a form that struck fear into all the hearts of those who looked upon it.

What stood towering before them, its black armor shining like polished obsidian in the light, could only be described as a humanoid dragon. Great black wings flowed behind the hulking form as a massive tail snaked behind. Bulky arms tipped with clawed hands that could easily crush a tank hung by its sides, almost touching the ground. A huge torso was supported by long, powerful draconic legs ending with clawed feet. The creature was crouching, making its legs appear shorter than they actually were. The creature's entire body was covered with thick, spiked plates of black armor. There was so much of it and it was so dense, that one would think that someone had strapped bulky plate armor to it, for there were no noticeable gaps except for the eyes.

A horned and heavily armored head sat at the end of a rather long neck, which let the head hang down menacingly. The head had the basic appearance of a classic dragon, a combination of all the toothed reptiles and then some. The spikes, along with the two twisted horns protruding from the monster's forehead, almost looked like a mock crown, and the monster's snouted face, and the fearsome mouth it undoubtedly possessed, looked like it was sealed behind a visored helm, further promoting the idea that creature was wearing armor. But something about it told those present that this was not removable armor, and that it was part of the creature that stood before them. Its body radiated the purpose of its design: power. An aura of power seemed to roll off of this living nightmare in waves, so strong were they, that Genevieve felt like getting sick, her little sister doing just that. The entire thing was as black and reflective as polished obsidian, like the entire creature was made out of the material, giving off a cold and dark beauty.

Except the eyes. The eyes blazed a murderous red, their unblinking gaze fixed on the Berserker closest to it, the same one who had the eye injury. Without even being on the receiving end of that gaze, Genevieve felt the colossal rage and fury swirling within those eyes as her body broke into a cold sweat and began to tremble. Moments before, she had prayed for someone, anyone, to come and save them, but not this. Not this Berserker among Berserkers. She had called for a warrior of light and hope, not a monster of darkness and despair. The world fell silent in the face of this monster, as the massive creature tilted its head back and roared. A roar, while seemingly muffled, for the creature's head never revealed a mouth, that shook the earth and tore the air. A roar that made the ones from before look like squeaks. A roar that seemed to be a declaration to all to simply fall before the one who had made it. As the monster finally finished and slowly lowered its head, it glared at the creatures facing it, daring them to defy it. The Berserkers were as powerless as a match is to a star before this dragon of darkness. The one that had the eye injury suddenly rushed the creature, throwing caution and fear to the wind, as it released a roar of denial and defiance.