The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1937

Chapter 1937: Remember My Name (Final)

EOSAH’S REALITY (FIFTEEN SECONDS AGO)

The abomination rose in silence. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

It had once been Eosah’s Reality, the final bastion of freewill left inside Limbo, and free from the madness that plagued all of existence. Rowan had done a good job taking care of this Reality even in its broken state, some might say, too good a job.

Now the abomination folded itself inside-out in hatred, collapsing every universe inside its new form until it became a single, writhing atrocity, fueled by a mind that was alien to all that existence stood for.

A billion arms of braided spacetime, each arm tipped with a claw made of frozen big-bangs; ten thousand heads that were screaming galactic clusters, with their mouths made from event horizons.

It had a torso of inverted causality where cause dripped upward into effect, and every wound birthed new wounds before it was inflicted.

And it arrived like the death of silence itself, before it attacked.

Telmus, the Primordial of Defiant Ascension, was the first to respond when the warped reality took shape and began killing Rowan. He could taste the stench of battle even before it began, but he was still too slow to determine where the danger was coming from quickly enough before Rowan’s body was blasted apart.

He raised his Spear of Defiance with a roar, and his Ebon Host, their number now reaching a few billion, poured into his spear until it glowed with a deep oily darkness that pushed out all light and radiance for trillions of light years, and, analyzing his target for a moment, he flung it towards the chest of this abomination.

Sheba, the Primordial of unbroken Horizon, quickly gestured towards the entity ahead of them and unleashed her Origin Domian to cover its entirety, but it barely lasted a moment before it was blasted apart. But she breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes widened with anger, and she turned towards Telmus.

The Spear of Defiance was aimed at the chest of the entity, but millions of arms rose up against it, and they were blasted to pieces, and more arms rose to hold back the spear in such massive numbers that from afar it almost resembled the many leaves of a tree being shaken by the wind.

Ten thousand faces screamed their rage, but their anger was nothing before the might of this spear that cleanly pierced through the arms of the entity, before striking its chest and bursting out from the back.

It stayed frozen for a moment before every inch of it collapsed into dust.

"Well, that was rather easy," the Primordial of Victorious Genesis stepped forward, a bit upset that he was not the first one to make a move before Telmus crushed the danger that they had been warned might arise.

Sheba’s anger had not left her eyes as she growled, "There were countless lives left inside of its body; you could have held back your hand a bit before striking."

However, unlike the first time where Telmus blasted it apart, the broken chunks of the abomination had not even fallen before multiple shrieks arose from it, and it reforged its body from its broken pieces in an instant, but now, every Primordial here could easily observe that it had shrunk.

Where once it had been the size of a multiversal cluster, it compressed into a mere supercluster. But compression made it stranger. New joints unfolded along its arms, joints that existed in four spatial dimensions at once. Eyes opened on the inside of its mouths. Gravity reversed in spirals around it, pulling the Primordials inward and threatening to pull the ascension Primordial, Rowan, from his feet.

"Not today, monster," Mira, the Primordial of Blazing Benediction, answered its cries with fire that remembered being the first flame.

She became a comet of plasma larger than the observable hull of Eosah’s Reality and rammed the thing head-on. Her body detonated in a bloom of solar fury that peeled layers of reality off the Abomination like burning skin. Chunks the size of galactic filaments sloughed away, each chunk writhing into lesser horrors that scuttled across the Road on legs of dark energy before they were vaporized by the backwash of flames and vibrations radiating from the point of impact.

The Abomination shrank again, now only the size of a single galaxy, but its wounds closed by deleting the concept of distance between them. It learned to occupy the same point in space as its own severed limbs, reabsorbing them before they hit the ground.

Its heads began to speak in the language of dying laws of physics. Where the words landed, entropy went backward and forward at the same time; and the Primordials aged a billion years and then un-aged in the space of a heartbeat.

"Do you know who I am?... No, then a pause before ten thousand mouths whispered, "Then, you shall all remember my name as I carve it on your dying souls."