The Primordial Record

The air around Storm Hammer began to expand as it heated up, the blue lightning shining inside her body releasing a low droning sound that made the teeth ache as her Aura shot out from her body like a lightning bolt and ascended to the heavens where it exploded in a stunning display that could be seen for thousands of miles.

Dark clouds began to appear overhead that gathered for miles and then it flashed white as a million massive lightning bolts simultaneously appeared inside of it for less than a second before vanishing, then there was darkness and the lightning flashed again.

This light show was so bright that it was seen all around the continent for every time the lightning flashed it was as if the sun had arisen. The jarring contrast between the total darkness under the Calamity suns and the lightning flash across a thousand miles stunned the entire continent.

Strangely there were no sounds of thunder, making the scene extremely ethereal in its sheer violence coupled with the extreme silence that followed.

It did not seem right that the world itself was not screaming as billions of volts were shredding the atmosphere. The men and women surrounding the Ascendant did not move a single inch back, they observed in silence the demonstration of power from Storm Hammer.

They seemed like a grim army of the dead, standing and waiting for the fury of the storm to pass before they began their work.

The display of power stopped at the seventh flash of lightning as the clouds released its contents and the heavens opened up and rain so heavy it felt as if a sea was pouring from the sky began to fall. The sound as the rain hammered the ground was like an earthquake, but the people surrounding Storm Hammer did not flinch.

Storm Hammer looked down at the people around her. She had shown enough power to turn this continent to ash ten times over, and if she was expecting them to be cowed by this display, she was destined to be disappointed. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'they do not know the significance of the power that I have shown, how could they, ants do not know the heights of the heavens, but in time, I shall make them understand.'

"Young Po..." The Old man smiled at the boy, "Strike her, do not hold back. You deserve the first blow."

The child nodded grimly and walked up to the Ascendants made from lightning and darkness floating a few inches off the ground.

He had been growing rapidly these last few months, but he was still under five feet and still had baby fat on his cheeks. There was no fear in his eyes when he stopped in front of the Ascendant that had existed for millions of years, he clenched his fist and punched her in the thigh, for his hands could not reach higher. Storm Hammer was more than twelve feet tall.

His fist stopped a few inches from her thigh as if it had been blocked by an invisible forcefield, and his hand began to boil and blister as if it had been placed inside an oven, Storm Hammer looked down at the boy and she grinned, lightning flashing inside her crocodile's smile and she crooned, "You will burnArrhhh!"

The moment before, the blistering hand of Young Po was suddenly covered by a golden flame that burned through the force field surrounding the Ascendant's leg and when the fist of Young Po struck her leg it passed through it and he fell to the ground because his entire right arm had turned to ash, but it was not his fist that had just damaged Storm Hammer and made her cry out in pain, it was the golden flames that he left behind that carried the weight of a mountain and stripped away a layer of her leg as if acid had splashed across it.

Storm Hammer stumbled to her knees, more in shock than pain. The body of an Ascendant was their greatest defense against those that were below their level since they were mostly invulnerable to all normal attacks.

The golden flames that had suddenly surrounded the fist of the child was a sort of energy that she had never felt before, and she looked up in shock and anger, only to be greeted in the face by another fist, this one swung by the old man.

Her head was rocked backward, as the golden light stunned her for a brief moment and ate away at her face, bringing out black smoke and lightning with her cries of pain growing shrill.

The old man did not relent in his barrage of blows, throwing another three quick punches that reduced both of his arms down to his elbows into ash, he took a step back and threw a massive kick at Storm Hammer's midsection that threw her into the air, and had her coughing out smoke and lightning as she screamed in shock and pain,

Standing on one leg, the old man roared,

"I told you... You will hear your name, in the sounds of our fist against your skull!"

Her body flew in a parabolic arc and descended towards the waiting arms and legs of the others surrounding her, no weapons were used, it would block them from feeling the weight of this moment, where they dragged their oppressor by the neck and brought them down,

"Fuck you... fuck you... fuck you..." Was all Storm Hammer could mutter as she was pummeled to death, her head never stopped ringing from the heavy blows being inflicted upon her, making it so that she could not have a moment to collect herself in order to summon her powers.

There was a horrifying silence covering these events, as all of the Blood blessed, despite the heavy injuries to their bodies as they struck the Ascendants remained silent. The body of Storm Hammer was like a human-shaped cloud of lightning and darkness being tossed around by kicks and blows that sounded like gunshots as no one here held back.

The ones that were injured retreated to the back where their limbs regrow and others took their place in the meantime. There were a lot of them here and every one of them wanted to leave their mark on the body of the creature that had made their lives and ancestors, a living hell.

They were strategic with their blows, quickly discovering that any blow to her head destabilized her thought process, and they needed to keep her this way because if she had an instant, she could turn the entire continent into ashes.

The Blood Blessed knew of no way to kill an Ascendant for they did not have any internal organs, but they saw that their blows were stripping her of her Aura in the form of black smoke and lightning that was shooting out of her body anytime she was struck, and even though it seems as if there was an infinite amount of Aura inside the body of the Ascendants, they were a people who were used to pushing through adversity, and it did not matter if this battle would go in for years, they would tear her to pieces.