Primordial Chaos's roar of shock and anger was covered by the sounds of Bahamut's maws repeatedly closing down on his prey. The maws rapidly savaged the Primordial's body, causing his flesh and light to shatter into pieces, which were swallowed by the Primordial Beast.
With the hate in he heart of Bahamut, only by totally consuming Primordial Chaos could he gain a measure of peace.
Half of the body of Primordial Chaos from the waist down was already inside the mouth of Bahamut.
A thousand tongues, like chains, were wrapped around him that dug into his flesh until they touched the bone, as the Primordial Beast struggled to swallow him, and Bahamut chewed down on his prey with enough force to render all of creation to dust.
Even as he struggled in the mouth of the beast, the red eyes of Primordial Chaos never left Rowan. In them was pure rage; beneath all of that rage was curiosity.
"You think this can hold me back for long, little insect?
