The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1803

Chapter 1803: Brewing Wine Fit For Primordials

The body of Primordial Memory froze before exploding into pieces of light and shadows. These pieces were about to vanish when the mysterious being that had attacked the Primordial froze all of space and time for an area encompassing three percent of the entirety of Reality!

Three percent might not seem like a lot on the surface, but this degree of influence had encompassed a multitude of dimensions and an innumerable number of worlds.

With the power of a Primordial, this Incarnation of Primordial Memory was able to travel across Reality quite quickly, and nothing should have the power to stop its escape, but the Archai that had attacked was a power that none had seen before.

Fishing across Reality, the Archai gathered all the scattered pieces of Primordial Memory and squeezed them into a ball.

Vraegar had no idea what had just happened. In his perception, he had seen an unknown figure crush a Primordial in front of him as if they were swatting away a pest, and in the blink of an eye, that figure was now holding a ball of screaming malevolence in one hand, which Vraegar was ninety-nine percent sure was the previous Primordial.

Still, he heard the voice of the being before they crushed Primordial Memory, and he knew without question that this being was here by the Will of his father.

The being should be faceless, but a careful splash of light and shadow gave its face a form, and it was both extremely beautiful and eerie at the same time, as if looking at a black and white picture that had become three-dimensional.

An unknown rune made of light was engraved on its chest that seemed to pulse with its breathing, and when Vraegar tried to glimpse the rune, a splitting headache that nearly tore his soul in two made him flinch and look away. However, he pushed through the pain and spoke.

"Thank you for saving our lives," Vraegar bowed with his head. "How may I refer to you so that I can burn ashes to your name in my time of meditation?"

The being spread out its wings of hardened black light, which covered the heavens of this entire dimension, and it spoke to Vraegar in a voice that touched every part of his flesh, soul, and Will.

"I am of the Archai," the being touched the rune on their chest, "I am an Anchor of Reality, and I have no name, call me what you wish. Vraegar, I am here to take you away for your training. Say your goodbyes to your friends; they will not be seeing you for a long time."

The dragon swallowed. There were many words he needed to say, but most of them were suppressed by his excitement, and he could not just leave his companions behind,

"Will they be safe? Just because the Primordial could not get to me does not mean he won’t try to kill them all out of spite." Vraegar asked, surprised at the level of attachment he had developed after such a short time with the group.

"Do not fear for their fate," the Archai replied, "There is a grand adventure waiting for them ahead. Their Destiny is different from yours."

Vraegar was silent for a while before he bowed towards the Archai once more, and when he looked up, the being had vanished.

It would seem that the power of his father as a Creator had taken a great step forward; his creations could now battle Primordials! Also, Vraegar was dimly aware of the mysteries behind the Elythrii, and he had wondered what lies ahead for them in the future.

Looking around, the dragon began to rouse the others from sleep, slowly realizing how suspicious it was that they had all fallen to this state before the Primordial had arrived.

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Telmus, the Nascent Primordial of Defiant Ascension, should have been waiting for his meeting with Rowan, the Eclipsed Creator, but his nose had twitched when he detected a lovely aroma emerging from another portion of this living castle.

Archimedes the Lightning Kirin shot him a look of irritation and answered before Circe. "We use a non-linear, quantum-locked yeast. That was my idea, by the way. It exists in a state of both having consumed all the sugar and not having begun until the bottle is opened. It’s about potential, not process," the Kirin sniffed, "I learned this technique from Rowan, so the validity of this process cannot be questioned."

"Quantum yeast!" Telmus exclaimed, turning to his daughter to share his excitement, but she looked away while muttering about misplaced priorities. He turned towards the Kirin, "Brilliant. Saves on cellar space, and I will surely be stealing this technique for myself. Next, what about the bouquet?" He leaned over the cauldron, sniffing deeply. "I’m getting... a whiff of a God Spark, definitely. A hint of prebiotic ammonia from these worlds you are using. But it’s a bit... one-dimensional. Where’s the X Factor? The unexpected punch?"

Circe sighed, as if she was long expecting this question. "We were going to introduce the X Factor later. It’s the scream of a mortal who has just discovered a truly life-altering bottle of wine under a tree. I spent ten thousand years dripping these wines across a million worlds, and now and then, I harvest these screams. In my experiments, these screams add a note of sublime, economic irony that binds the cosmic notes to a tangible reality."

Telmus was silent for a moment, impressed. "A bold choice. High-risk, high-reward. Now, the most important question." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Your fining agents. I don’t see any spent comet cores or powdered moon-rock. Please don’t tell me you’re filtering this through a galaxy cluster. That will strip the soul out of it!"

Circe finally stood to her full height. "We," she said with immense dignity, "are using the crushed dreams of aspiring Celestial Creators. It’s negatively charged, attracts the harshest theological compounds, and leaves behind a pleasant aftertaste of quiet desperation. Don’t ask me where we find them."

Telmus took a step back, a look of pure reverence on his face. He bowed deeply.

"Amazing, with my new status, I had believed that I would never be able to enjoy wine anymore, but you have opened my eyes," he said. "My apologies. I see the craft is in capable hands. I shall return for the bottling. I assume you’ll be using neutron stars as corks?"

"Naturally," said Archimedes. "But only the ones that spin. The ’pop’ is more satisfying. Now get out of here, I heard you have a meeting with the boss, we should have a bottle ready not too long from now."

Telmus, bowing multiple times to these two, dragged his daughter along as he whistled in excitement.