The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1951

Chapter 1951: Breaking The Cradle (2)

REALM OF DEATH

Eos needed to keep an eye on the ongoing battle in the Realm of Death, as much depended on its progress, and it was crucial for him to know the right time to intervene or if he should intervene in the first place.

Death was hiding a lot of secrets from him, and Eos did not know if this enigmatic being might be a worse enemy to him than the Primordials.

While his New primordials knew that a huge battle was ongoing between the Beast of Final Rest and the Ancient Primordials, Eos had not given them all the details he was gathering from the fourteen Archai he had sent to spectate this battle.

They had remained at a distance, not daring to capture much data, but only sift through the ashes after the fight had passed through that area. The Primordials were so perceptive that they would know if they were being watched, and even sifting through the detritus of their battle carried a risk of discovery, since there were remnants of their Will in everything they touched.

However, his Archais were made to break certain rules, and could have safely watched the battles between the Primordials and Death, but Rowan respected his enemies and their capacity to surprise him, and he would rather err on the side of caution.

The battle scars that his Archai read like a book had been of great help to Eos, as everything he was learning from was exposing him to the highest level of battle, and for someone like him, he was evolving as he watched everything.

Still, his ability to know how this battle was ongoing in a precise manner had been reduced when Elgorath punched through countless Regions of Death, followed by his siblings, but Death did something that was out of his expectations when it closed the wound left by the Primordials behind them.

The Beast collapsed the outer billion Regions into a single, perfectly smooth sphere of what the Archai could only call compressed oblivion, and the seven Primordials found themselves sealed inside a hollow sphere whose inner surface was made of every death they had just caused, turned inside-out and looking back at them.

Death had turned its own skin into a cage. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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Inside the sphere, Asteroath, Primordial Light tried to burn a hole through the sphere. The Primordials were pushing deeper into the Realm of Death, but he was not comfortable with being covered by the domain of the Beast.

His white wings flared to their brightest yet, as a lance of revelation that should have unmade the sphere the same way it had unmade the outer Regions of Death erupted from his wings.

The intensity of this blast should have torn the sphere in two; instead, the sphere drank the light. Every photon was caught, inverted, and fired back as a needle of anti-revelation that struck Asteroath through the heart of his concept.

For the first time, the Primordials halted their march forward as they looked at Light, who was bleeding pure darkness and was frozen in pain as his face twisted in true pain. The wound did not close. It widened, slowly, like a second mouth.

For a Primordial to experience true pain that no mortal or immortal could comprehend, their concept had to be broken, and Death had used the perfect weapon against Light, as he suffered from his hubris.

Xyris’s eyes widened in shock at the damage done to Asteroath, and not willing to hear the pained gasp from his brother, he attempted to roll the sphere backward along its own timeline in order to return it to the moment before it closed.

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