Kai could barely move under the pressure that Aion was currently exerting. The power radiating off of him was so intense that the fabric of space and time warped in his presence, nearly shattering reality.
Aion's body grew in size, reaching nine feet in height. His muscles bulged, but then slightly shrank. His eyes shone a bright golden light, six ethereal wings made of energy sprouted from his back, and a halo appeared over his head.
If it wasn't for the fact that Kai knew Aion was a primordial, he would have mistaken him for an Angel.
"In all of my life, I have only used my true form once, and that was when I killed our brothers. And now, the cycle continues." Aion spoke, his voice carrying power that could kill mortals and bring gods to their knees.
Kai knew that he couldn't beat his brother with his current abilities. He had perfectly merged with the progenitor decay, getting more powerful in the process, and now that power was useless.
