The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1635

Chapter 1635: I Shall Never Die Until I Hear My Father’s Voice

Staff pulled herself from the grasp of memory. It was easy to indulge in her pain and self-hatred. The weakness that filled her body which made her unable to do anything that could affect the outcome of what was to come.

It would be easy to channel her hate toward Rowan and Primordial Demon, these two colossal entities whose actions made a mockery of everything not on their level, but she knew it was not Rowan’s fault. He did the best he could with what he had, and she wondered if she were in his position, if she could perform any better.

That thought scared her. She did not want to be in that man’s mind or make the decisions he had to make regularly. Such a road led to madness that could never be recovered from. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Finally, Staff said, "There is nothing wrong with the materials for the arena. We are even ahead of schedule for its completion. What is the issue you have, Malgeth?"

The leader of the Infernal Architects coughed, "Well, this arena is not just a layer in the Abyss, it is also a Cosmic Crucible. Originally, we did not have the materials to create such a thing, but I don’t know how our Prime did it. However, we have had contributions from all Primordial Domains to boost the creation of this place."

Staff frowned. She had not been aware that many of these materials were not coming from the Great Abyss alone but from everywhere in Reality. It would seem that this fight had more meaning than it would appear on the surface, and this was not only a clash between Primordial Demon and Rowan but all the Primordials at the same time.

"How does that affect your work?"

Malgeth scratched his fiery hair, "I am coming to that. You see, to make all ninety-nine million pillars of the central platform, we used the bones of fallen Titans. I never knew there were so many Titans in existence that could make out that number, and the molten oceans that surround this place are made from lava infused with the screams of tormented souls. That was my personal touch."

Malgeth licked his lips in satisfaction. His work had never been displayed on such a grand stage, and if he were not wrong, all of Reality would be here in one form or another to watch this battle, which meant his Cabal would gain a notoriety that would touch all corners of existence.

He wanted to luxuriate in the feeling of this massive accomplishment, but he could feel the eyes of Staff tearing into his consciousness, and so he hurriedly continued his explanation,

"Each block here is made from Black Iron of the Void, mined from the center of dead dimensions. There are fifty trillion blocks in each quadrant, and the total number of quadrants in the arena is ninety-nine million."

Staff realized the direction that the conversation was heading, and a furious chill filled her heart, but she kept silent, wanting to hear the complete revelation before she made any move.

"To create the dome, we used the skin of an Eternal Wyrm, which is stretched across the entire arena, and it is supposed to keep the audience safe when the show begins."

"Eternal Wyrm?" Staff asked, "What is that?"

Malgeth blinked and seemed to consult his spirit before he frowned, "I don’t know what it is, the only mention I can find is something called a Primordial Beast, and that is all there is to it, but I can attest to the fact that I have never seen any material like this before that can perfectly soak all form of energies without letting out any bit of it."

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