The Chaosborn crossed kilometres in search of its next prey and walked without rest, for it did not need rest with the energy that the soul constantly provided to it's body. like this the Chaosborn could travel with no need for food, water, sleep or even air since the energy provided all these things to its body. After travelling for so long the Chaosborn had realised that it needs to develop ways to fight different types of prey and has such begun practicing to strike accurately and powerfully from all positions. The hours passed as the Chaosborn walked and contemplated how to strike in such a manner. As the Chaosborn contemplated the possible techniques it could use for striking it realised that, there was nowhere for these techniques to be tested. The only place to test these techniques would be on the trees, however trees could never simulate hitting or attacking an actual living being. living beings will move act unpredictably which means adaption will be incorporated automatically if the style is baed upon fighting the living as opposed to fighting the inanimate objects that can't dodge block or even move. The Chaosborn kept looking for another fight and another meal, as the hours passed a noise was heard. A quiet rustling in the bushes the Chaosborn turned its head and leaped to the side and there stood a creature more horrifying than the creatures it fought before it was 5m tall 6m long and looked a cross between a frog and a beetle. It had the 6 frog legs each covered in carapace that protected each leg as well as its back, out of it's mouth there was a long tongue that had pincers on either side to allow the holding of prey. the Chaosborn gazed upon the Frotle and like usual it ran towards the beast to attack, however the Fortle shot its tongue straight at the Chaosborn as it ran in a straight line instantly catching it and pulling it towards it's mouth where the pincers pierced both sides of it's body. The Chaosborn roared in agony before repeatedly striking the tongue wrapped around it's body trying to remove it's hold. the Fortle proceeded to release it's tounge squealing in agony and the start smashing the Chaosborn against the ground in the hopes of killing it. As the Chaosborn was swung through the air it proceeded to to swing its arm and scratch the top of the Frotle's head, however the Chaosborn's claws bounced off the carapace. The Chaosborn stopped swinging and observed as it continued to observer it noticed that the big eyes lacked any carapace upon them. The Chaosborn swung and struck the eye with its paw, from this the Fortle roared in agony and threw the Chaosborn directly into a tree from this a sickening crunch was heard, the lower back probably broken from the throw. The Fortle when it was able to open its eyes again turned toward the Chaosborn aimed it's pincers and went to gore it opponent on them. When the Fortle was just about to hit the Chaosborn, it threw a rock and hit the Fortle in the other eye causing an instinctive flinch. When the flinch occurred the Chaosborn propelled itself forward using its two working limbs and ripped the unarmored stomach of the Fortle open and feasted upon it's intestines as the Chaosborn feasted it's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye by the end of it's feast no meant was left though neither were any injuries.

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After the feast was completed the Chaosborn gazed upon the Frotles now unguarded soul. The Chaosborn had realised that stronger creatures innately guarded their soul from sight, when sight was used on the now unguarded soul it saw the Frotle's soul had nearly 3 undone locks merely a simple movement off of being a 10th level being, and undergoing it's first evolution. The Chaosborn looked at the locks and slowly contemplated how it could solve the seals placed upon its own soul. A sate of enlightenment was again reached by the Chaosborn as hours were sent solving the next lock upon it's soul. Through this it managed to break the next two locks placed upon it's soul the soul of the Chaosborn increased in size yet again now 10 metres tall and 19m long the chain came yet again and the energy's purity increased, just like the previous time. The Chaosborn glanced upon the world and realised that it was special, it was different. It Was superior and so it deserved something to be called a name and so it roared, it roared the name it chose, the name of Abbadon first Son of Chaos. Abbadon realised that it had grown in power yet again and that it could feed more energy into his body. Abbadon realised if his body is energy can he not manipulate his own body? So he tested this fact and found that he could shift his body to his thoughts though when he stopped focusing he would return to the original Adamantine lion form. This would give him an edge in combat if he could freely control the length of his limbs. He practiced as he walked in search of new prey.

It took a lot shorter to find his next prey, and he attacked the prey by swinging his arm towards the creatures chest before it could even realise what was happening. the attack instantly killed the creature, Abbadon realised that he had outgrown this area considering that every creature he had fought in this area appeared to be below a 10th level creature, so he decided to leave the small corner and travel further out. once again he started walking, however this time he walked in the direction his senses pointed him for strength, this was something he unlocked when he evolved once again. The sense directed him towards strength, thats the feeling it gave him at least and he trusted his feelings. So again Abbadon headed on a journey, however this time he had a goal to gain strength recognition and the ability to live.