Chapter 53

Far below the outer layer of the earth, in a domain where time held no influence, an old power mixed. It was a pernicious presence that had been fixed away ages back by the forebear gods, watchmen of the domains. However, in spite of their earnest attempts, this dim power had been gradually leaking once more into reality, its ringlets of defilement spreading like a tricky disease. Lexi could detect the aggravation in the grandiose equilibrium as she watched the boundaries of the Lycan domain. Her wolf sneaked fretfully, passion raised, as though detecting an approaching danger. The air conveyed a weak, harsh fragrance that made her nose jerk - the smell of something unnatural and profane. An unexpected quake undulated through the ground, making Lexi stagger. She recovered her balance, muscles tense, ears pricked for any sound that could sell out the wellspring of the shudder. The woodland had gone frightfully quiet, as though even the animals of the wild could recognize the dismal change. A low, thundering snarl exuded from the profundities, reverberating in Lexi's actual bones. She twirled around, hooks reaching out as her wolf rose to the surface, prepared to stand an up to whatever compromised their area. The ground split open with a stunning break, and a crest of wiped out green fog emitted from the crevice. Lexi jumped back, protecting her face from the toxic exhaust that consumed her eyes and choked her lungs. As the cloudiness scattered, an odd figure rose up out of the gap - a turned combination of tissue and shadow, its structure moving and reshaping with each shaking breath. Lexi's wolf growled, perceiving the substance as something definitely more vile than any normal heavenly animal. "What foul anathema thinks for even a moment to illegal enter our properties?" Lexi requested, her voice bound fully backed by an Alpha. The being fixed its indented, gleaming eyes upon her, and a scratching laugh got away from its lipless throat. "I'm the harbinger of the end, youngster. The most despicable aspect of all presence." Lexi strained, planning to assault, however the animal raised a shriveled, pawed hand, and an undetectable power banged into her, sticking her to the ground. She battled against the severe weight, yet it was as though the very air itself had gone to lead, squashing her. "Your sad wolf strength is no counterpart for me," the substance murmured. "I'm the exemplification of obscurity, the unraveler of reality itself." Lexi's heart beat in her ears as reality occurred to her. This was no simple beast, no rebel heavenly being. This was the efilnulnilnanogedonic antimatter - the living exemplification of nothingness, the direct opposite of all creation. "You were fixed away by the divine beings," she heaved, her lungs consuming from the work of talking. "How could you get away from your jail?" The animal's structure gleamed and twisted, as though it could scarcely hold back the bothering bedlam inside. "Your divinities were simply postponing the unavoidable. I'm the early stage void that existed before the universe came to fruition, and I will be the power that lessens all back to nebulous entropy." It inclined nearer, and Lexi pulled back from the smell of rot that drifted from its breath. "Your valuable domains, your vaunted werewolf packs - all will disintegrate before my development. I'm the extraordinary unmaker, and not even the joined could of the divine beings can end my rising." With a flick of its wrist, the substance sent Lexi tearing through the air, her body banging against a tree trunk with bone-pounding force. She folded to the ground, her vision swimming as desolation speared through her. The antimatter lingered over her, its unearthly structure abrogating the sun. "Look at this as a simple taste of the demolition to come," it scoffed. "Enjoy these last snapshots of presence, for soon, all will be consumed by the unending void." Then, at that point, as unexpectedly as it had showed up, the animal evaporated, imploding once more into the gap from whence it came. The ground sewed itself shut, leaving no hint of the unholy appearance - save for the waiting odor of rot and the inauspicious commitment of obscurity.
Lexi lay there, broken and dying, her brain faltering from the experience. She had confronted endless enemies in her day to day existence, from deceptive adversaries to homicidal monsters, however never had she felt such basic dread as she had within the sight of the efilnulnilnanogedonic antimatter. This was no customary danger, no simple conflict of abilities or regional question.
This was an existential emergency, a harbinger of the finish, everything being equal. What's more, assuming the element's brags were to be accepted, not even the could of the divine beings could remain against its unyielding development.
Assembling her fading strength, Lexi constrained herself to her feet, her body shouting in fight. She needed to caution the others, to mobilize the werewolf packs and divinities the same against this prophetically catastrophic threat.
However, even as she limped back towards the Lycan domain, a seed of uncertainty flourished in her psyche. Assuming that the ancestor divine beings themselves had neglected to contain this power of unadulterated destruction, what trust did they - simple humans, but strong - have of turning away the finish of presence?
The antimatter's deriding giggling appeared to reverberate in her ears, a horrible insult that cooled her to her actual soul. Without precedent for her life, Lexi wound up addressing whether their reality, their existence, could genuinely be saved from the approaching obscurity.
As the sun plunged underneath the skyline, projecting the timberland in a foreboding nightfall, Lexi couldn't shake the inclination that they were all remaining on the slope of timeless dimness - and that the radiance of trust was quickly blurring.
Lexi squeezed forward, her means weighty with fear, her psyche spinning with the desperate ramifications of the antimatter's development. On the off chance that the legends were valid, this substance originated before the actual presence of the actual universe - an early stage, all-consuming power that had almost unwound creation before the divine beings mediated.
Also, presently, after endless ages, it had broken liberated from its shackles, wanting to continue destructive campaign against all existed. Lexi shivered to envision the sheer, absolute power expected to forever contain such a substance, not to mention rout it.
As she approached the core of the Lycan region, the woods developed denser, the shadows extending and taking on foreboding shapes that appeared to connect with twisted hooks. A nervous perspiration beaded Lexi's temple, her heartbeat roaring in her ears as her uplifted faculties stressed against the unavoidable quiet.
Then, at that point, all of a sudden, a figure emerged before her, hindering her way. Lexi slipped to a stop, her paws stretching out intuitively as she arranged to protect herself. The rookie rose up out of the anguish, and Lexi's breath trapped in her throat.
It was Lowell, Karl's misleading sibling - the person who had once aligned with Penelope in a bid to oust the Lycan Alpha. His highlights were curved into a horrible jeer, his eyes igniting with perniciousness and something undeniably really disrupting - frenzy. "Indeed, all things considered, in the event that it isn't the little Alpha bitch herself," Lowell spat, his words dribbling with toxin. "I ought to have realized you'd sniff around, staying your little nose where it doesn't have a place."
Lexi strained, her muscles snaked like a spring, prepared to strike at the smallest incitement. "What are you doing here, Lowell? Have you come creeping back, wanting to cower at your sibling's feet for kindness?"
Lowell tossed back his head and snickered - a brutal, grinding sound that creeped Lexi out. "Mercy? From that wretched reason for an Alpha?" He shook his head, his look drilling into her with agitating power. "No, dear Lexi, I have far more amazing plans as a main priority. Plans that will shake the actual underpinnings of our reality."

Before Lexi could respond, Lowell's structure started to twist and misshape, his elements softening away until he as of now not looked like anything somewhat human. In their place arose a horrible look - a wound, undefined mass of shadow and bone, with eyes that consumed like twin suns. "My devotion no longer lies with the trivial quarrels of werewolf packs," the horrifying presence scratched, its voice a dissonant mixture of 1,000 struggled shouts.

"I'm the harbinger of something far more noteworthy, definitely more crushing than you might at any point fathom." Lexi's heart plunged as the horrendous truth occurred to her. Some way or another, someway, Lowell had turned into a vessel for the efilnulnilnanogedonic antimatter - a willing course for the power of all out demolition. As the undermined werewolf progressed, ringlets of shadow spreading out from its unusual structure, Lexi realize that she remained at the slope of a fight that would determine the destiny of all presence.
What's more, this time, there would be no way out, no withdrawing from the infringing obscurity.