Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 56: Dance of the Abyss.

The swarm of twisted creatures pouring from the vortex was like a tidal wave of darkness, each beast more grotesque and menacing than the last. Their eyes glowed with ravenous madness, their howls tearing through the mental space like thunderclaps.

But Azvoid's grin only widened. Adrenaline surged through his veins, the Authority of Chaos thrumming like a second heartbeat. This wasn't just a battle—it was an awakening.

"Alright, you freaks." His voice dripped with manic excitement. "Let's dance."

His will expanded, a shadowy aura radiating from his body, a chilling blend of regal authority and unbridled chaos. The Authority of Chaos wasn't just something he could wield; it was something that wanted to be wielded.

"SUBMIT!"

The command rolled out like a tsunami, slamming into the horde. Lesser creatures froze, their forms quaking under the oppressive force. Tenebrous Hounds and Shadewyrms collapsed to their knees, eyes dulling as his will seeped into their minds.

But it wasn't enough.

Beyond the fallen beasts, larger monstrosities emerged—Abyssal Ravagers, hulking beings of living shadow with bone-like exoskeletons and claws that could tear through steel. Their crimson eyes held intelligence, malice, and a hunger for destruction.

Azvoid's smile twisted. "Oh, you're the big dogs, huh? Good. It's about time I had some real fun."

The Abyssal Ravagers roared, their howls rattling the very fabric of the mental space. They charged, each step making the ground tremble.

Azvoid's hands rose, his Authority swirling like a vortex around him. "Come to me."

The subdued Tenebrous Hounds and Shadewyrms howled in response, their bodies shimmering with a dark glow. His newly discovered passive, Chaotic Supremacy, kicked in. The beasts under his control were empowered, their flames and ethereal bodies becoming denser, more volatile.

The hounds lunged forward, tearing into the advancing Abyssal Ravagers with enhanced speed and ferocity. The Shadewyrms lashed out, their spectral energy twisting like chains around the towering monstrosities.

But the Ravagers didn't crumble. Their claws slashed through the controlled beasts with brute force, tearing through their defenses like paper. Azvoid's minions disintegrated one by one, reduced to nothing but wisps of darkness.

Noctis's voice was a low growl. "You are wielding your power too crudely. Your control must be absolute, not scattered."

"Got it," Azvoid replied, his tone unfazed. "Let's try a different approach."

His gaze locked onto the nearest Abyssal Ravager, the Authority of Chaos sharpening like a blade. He didn't just command it—he forced his will upon it.

"Break."

The Ravager's charge halted mid-step, its monstrous body convulsing violently as if trying to fight off some invisible poison. Cracks began to appear along its exoskeleton, shadowy energy seeping from the fractures.

Azvoid's hand clenched into a fist. "Explode."

The Ravager shattered, fragments of its own twisted body erupting like shards of dark glass. The blast caught two of its allies, tearing through their bodies with devastating force.

But the battle was far from over. More creatures emerged from the vortex, the wave of darkness relentless.

Azvoid's breath came in ragged gasps. Sweat poured from his brow, but his eyes burned with excitement. This was what he craved—an endless challenge that pushed him beyond his limits.

The Authority of Chaos pulsed within him, its power addictive, its hunger infectious. His mind raced, thoughts twisting into new strategies.

"Alright, Noctis." Azvoid's voice was a harsh rasp. "You said control, not just brute force. Let's see if I can make this work."

He reached out, his will entwining with the Authority of Chaos until the mental space itself seemed to respond. The subdued beasts still under his command rose once more, their bodies flickering with renewed strength.

But this time, he didn't merely enhance them.

He altered them.

Their forms twisted, reshaped by his Authority. The Tenebrous Hounds' flames turned a deep violet, their speed and savagery amplified. The Shadewyrms became serpentine blurs of darkness, their spectral energy sharpened into deadly blades.

Azvoid's grin returned. "Let's see how you handle this."

The transformed creatures lunged forward, their newfound power crashing against the Abyssal Ravagers like a storm of carnage. Claws tore through shadow, flames burned with devastating intensity, and spectral blades severed limbs with precision.

Azvoid's control was no longer a wild, uncontrolled force. It was a dance. His will moved like a shadow dance, guiding the chaos into a lethal symphony.

[Authority of Chaos Enhanced!]

[Skill Obtained: Chaotic Manipulation – You can reshape and empower creatures under your control, enhancing their abilities and granting them new forms.]

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But just as Azvoid was reveling in his newfound mastery, the vortex roared, its darkness deepening to an unnatural black. From its depths, something far more terrifying emerged.

A beast unlike anything he'd faced.

Its body was a swirling mass of shadows, a hundred crimson eyes blinking from its amorphous form. Tendrils lashed out from its body, each one radiating a toxic, corrosive energy that dissolved anything it touched.

Azvoid's expression twisted from excitement to genuine thrill. "Now that's more like it."

Noctis's voice was grim. "Do not underestimate it. That is a Trueborn Chaos Fiend. Even for someone wielding the Authority of Chaos, it is a nightmare given form."

"Then I'll just have to make the nightmare mine," Azvoid replied, eyes gleaming.

He reached out, his Authority burning like a black sun. The air grew thick with pressure, his own power fighting against the creature's insidious influence.

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