Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

Rumble! Rumble! Boom!

The moment Creed plunged into the storm wall, he realized that calling it "apocalyptic" had been a dramatic understatement of truly impressive proportions.

This wasn't just a weather system, it was like diving into the raw, unfiltered fury of nature itself, concentrated and weaponized into something that seemed designed specifically to remind mortals of their complete insignificance in the grand scheme of existence!

It was that bad!

The wind hit him with the force of a freight train made of pure kinetic energy, instantly spinning him end over end like a leaf caught in a tornado.

His Wings of Freedom, which had been perfectly adequate for blitzing over chasms and rocky terrain, suddenly felt about as useful as tissue paper in a hurricane.

The air itself seemed alive with malevolent intent, grabbing at him with invisible hands that tried to tear him apart molecule by molecule.

Boom! Bam! Crackle!

Lightning that burned in colors that violated several laws of physics crackled past him so close that he could feel the electrical discharge making his hair stand on end.

Rumble!

The thunder that followed wasn't just sound; it was a physical presence that hit him like solid walls of compressed air, each clap threatening to burst his eardrums and scramble his internal organs.

But the most disorienting aspect of the storm wasn't the wind or the lightning or even the way the temperature seemed to fluctuate between freezing cold and burning hot with every passing second.

It was the way reality itself seemed to be having some kind of breakdown inside the storm clouds.

It was absolutely wrong!

The air shimmered and twisted in ways that made his eyes hurt to look at, and occasionally he would catch glimpses of things that definitely didn't belong in any normal weather pattern.

Fragments of what looked like ancient ruins flickered in and out of existence around him, massive stone blocks covered in glowing symbols that appeared for just long enough to register in his consciousness before vanishing again.

Strange geometric shapes that seemed to exist in more dimensions than his brain could process drifted past like ghostly apparitions, and the occasional glimpse of something that might have been a vast library or laboratory materialized in the distance before being swallowed by the churning clouds.

"Okay," Creed muttered to himself as he tumbled through the chaos, trying to use his abilities to stabilize his flight,

"This is definitely not a normal storm. This is either some kind of dimensional rift or I've accidentally flown into the universe's lost and found box!"

His device, which had been screaming warnings about the Beast King, suddenly shifted to a completely different set of alarms.

The screen flickered through a rapid succession of readings that didn't seem to make any sense:

"DIMENSIONAL INSTABILITY DETECTED"

"TEMPORAL ANOMALIES PRESENT"

"REALITY COHERENCE: 67% AND FALLING"

"UNKNOWN ENERGY SIGNATURES IDENTIFIED"

"RECOMMENDATION: FIND SOLID GROUND IMMEDIATELY"

That last recommendation seemed particularly unhelpful, considering that solid ground was currently somewhere far below him and separated by what appeared to be several miles of reality-bending storm chaos.

Creed was just beginning to wonder if he should have taken his chances with the Beast King when something happened that changed everything.

A massive bolt of that impossible purple lightning struck him directly in the chest.

Under normal circumstances, being hit by such a powerful lightning would have been a death sentence, even with his path of mountain protections.

But this wasn't normal lightning, and apparently his Primordial System had some very strong opinions about what was happening to him.

Instead of being electrocuted into oblivion, Creed felt the energy from the lightning being absorbed and channeled through his dimensional pathways in ways that should have been completely impossible but felt oddly familiar…

Primordial Energy!

This was primordial energy!

The Path of Killing and the Path of Freedom both flared to life with intensity that made his previous power displays look like flickering candles, but something new was happening as well.

Deep within his consciousness, he felt something stirring that had never responded before; something ancient and powerful that seemed to recognize the chaotic energy around him as familiar.

His Primordial System, which had been dormant as usual, suddenly burst into activity with an urgency that made his entire nervous system feel like it was on fire.

But this wasn't the painful, destructive fire of being struck by lightning; this was the exhilarating burn of power being unlocked and channeled through pathways that had been waiting for exactly this moment.

[Ding! 0.01% of Primordial Energy detected. Does host wish to absorb?]

"Hell yeah!"

[Ding! Absorbing…]

Creed didn't know how in the hell he was still able to absorb energy when this was all supposed to be a virtual reality simulation, but he sure as hell didn't care at the moment!

The storm around him seemed to respond to this awakening, and suddenly Creed found himself not just being tossed around by the chaos, but beginning to move through it with purpose and direction.

The winds that had been trying to tear him apart were now carrying him forward, and the lightning that had been threatening to cook him alive was now illuminating a path through the dimensional instability!

He could see something ahead of him in the storm. It was a structure that definitely hadn't been there moments before.

It looked like some kind of ancient temple or observatory, built from materials that seemed to absorb and reflect the chaotic energy around it.

The architecture was unlike anything he had ever seen, with impossible angles and surfaces that seemed to exist in multiple dimensions simultaneously.

As he approached the structure, Creed realized that it wasn't just floating in the storm, it was the eye of the storm, the stable point around which all the chaos was rotating.

The building seemed to be generating some kind of field that kept the dimensional instability at bay, creating a pocket of relative calm in the midst of the reality-bending hurricane.

He managed to land on what appeared to be a platform extending from the main structure, his Wings of Freedom finally finding purchase in the more stable environment.

The moment his feet touched the solid surface, he felt a profound sense of relief that was immediately replaced by overwhelming curiosity about what he had discovered.

Did the people who explored and mapped this planet even knew about this place? Where was this exactly?

The platform was covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shift and change when he wasn't looking directly at them.

The symbols were unlike anything in his 'extensive' knowledge of magical scripts and ancient languages.

They seemed to be alive, pulsing with their own internal light and rearranging themselves in patterns that made his head spin to contemplate.

But it was what lay beyond the platform that truly captured his attention. The structure opened into a vast chamber that defied all logical concepts of interior space.

From the outside, the building had appeared to be perhaps the size of a large cathedral, but the interior stretched away into distances that seemed to require their own postal codes!

The chamber was filled with what could only be described as the universe's most impressive collection of magical artifacts and mysterious devices.

Floating crystals the size of buildings pulsed with contained starlight, mechanical constructs that seemed to be built from crystallized mathematics moved through the air in complex patterns, and in the center of it all stood something that made Creed's breath catch in his throat.

It was a circle, but calling it just a circle was like calling the ocean "some water."

This was a geometric construction so complex and intricate that looking at it directly made his eyes water and his brain feel like it was trying to process information that belonged in seventeen different dimensions at once.

The circle was enormous, easily fifty feet in diameter, and composed of what had to be thousands of individual symbols, runes, and 4 dimensional geometric patterns that interconnected in ways that seemed to follow magical principles so advanced they hadn't even been discovered by earth.

Some sections of the circle appeared to be carved from materials that looked like crystallized light, while others seemed to be made from substances that absorbed illumination so completely they appeared as voids in reality itself.

But the most remarkable thing about the circle wasn't its size or complexity, it was the way it was reacting to his presence.

The moment Creed stepped into the chamber, every symbol in the vast construction began to glow with increasing intensity, and he could feel his Primordial System responding with an excitement that bordered on ecstatic enthusiasm!

His device, which had been providing a steady stream of warnings and recommendations, suddenly displayed a message that made him stop dead in his tracks:

"[PRIMORDIAL CIRCLE DETECTED!]

[CLASSIFICATION: UNKNOWN]

[ANALYSIS: UNPRECEDENTED DISCOVERY]

[INITIATING DEEP SCAN AND REPLICATION PROTOCOL]

[WARNING: PROCESS CANNOT BE INTERRUPTED]

[ESTIMATED COMPLETION TIME: UNKNOWN]

As Creed watched in fascination, a new display appeared on his device showing a progress bar that had appeared at 0.001% and was climbing with the speed of continental drift.

At this rate, whatever his Primordial System was trying to accomplish was going to take a very, very long time!

In fact, it would be calculated in light years!

[DING! CRITICAL NOTICE!]

[HOST MUST REMAIN WITHIN PROXIMITY OF PRIMORDIAL CIRCLE FOR REPLICATION PROCESS TO CONTINUE.]

[DEPARTURE FROM AREA WILL RESULT IN PROCESS TERMINATION AND LOSS OF ACCUMULATED DATA.]

Creed stared at the message, then at the progress bar that had now reached the dizzying height of 0.002%, then at the incredible magical construction that was apparently important enough for his Primordial System to classify as an "unprecedented discovery."

The implications were staggering; if his system could replicate whatever this thing was, it might unlock abilities and knowledge that could change everything!

But even as he was processing this remarkable opportunity, the sound of approaching thunder reminded him that he wasn't exactly in a safe location to settle down for an extended stay.

The storm around the structure was still raging with apocalyptic fury, and somewhere beyond those chaotic winds, a Beast King was probably very interested in finding out where its prey had disappeared to.

As if summoned by his thoughts, a roar that shook the entire structure echoed through the dimensional chaos outside.

But this wasn't the roar of frustration or hunting cry he had heard before, this was the sound of something that had found exactly what it was looking for and was very pleased about the discovery!

Creed moved to the edge of the platform and peered out into the storm, his enhanced vision cutting through the chaos just enough to see what was happening beyond the sanctuary of the structure.

What he saw made his blood run cold with a combination of terror and disbelief.

The Beast King hadn't been deterred by the apocalyptic storm. Instead, it appeared to be feeding on the chaotic energy, growing larger and more powerful with every passing moment.

The creature that had been the size of a mountain was now approaching the scale of a small moon, and its presence was beginning to affect the storm itself!

The dimensional instability that had been chaotic but relatively contained was now spreading outward in waves, and Creed could see tears in reality opening up around the Beast King like wounds in the fabric of existence itself!

Through these rifts, glimpses of other places and times flickered; alien landscapes, ancient battles, cosmic phenomena that belonged in completely different solar systems.

But the most terrifying aspect of what he was witnessing wasn't the Beast King's absurd growth or even the spreading dimensional damage.

It was the way the creature was moving through the storm with obvious purpose and direction.

It wasn't wandering randomly through the chaos, it was coming straight toward the structure where Creed had taken refuge.

Somehow, the Beast King knew exactly where he was!