Aetheron only focused his gaze on her, no hint of fear in his eyes, only mockery.
"You must be the ancient enemies of life and Origin that the Grand Creator warned us about." He spat at her, his golden blood hovering before her face, before the shield of Origin Essence covering her body burned it to ash. "Seeing you here and now, and how unimpressive you are in real life, only able to slither in the shadows, I now see what he did not tell us… You all are pathetic wretches."
Aetheron turned his face away from her, even though the blade of End was now a few feet away from his face, and he screamed at the Primordials that were suppressed on the ground. Most of them had broken free to the extent that they could now see what was happening, and the anger and rage on their faces were palpable.
