The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1974

Chapter 1974: Teach... Fear (1)

The blade of the Destroyer met the Abomination’s chest, and a loud shrieking sound erupted as the blade of the Destroyer tore through enough defenses that would protect this Abomination from the Destruction of Existence ten times over, and passed through as if the body was only a memory.

But where it passed, reality, space, time, and everything in between ended.

The wound was a clean slice of absence carved through the white robe, through the chest, and through the boyish heart that wasn’t a heart. In this terrible stroke, Eos severed the immortality under his blade.

However, this terrible wound did not bleed, as no matter the amount of blood that should have emerged from it, the aura of absence left in the cut drained the essence from the Abomination.

Reality seemed to blur, and the Destroyer that had sliced its way out of the body of the Abomination reappeared inside the wound, while still blasting out an intense aura of annihilation and absence.

The edges of the wound folded inward, trying to close, but the absence from that sword wound continued to spread, slowly but seemingly, inevitable. The body of this Abomination was made from Realities, and the power Eos had used not only cut through this body, but also killed something else inside the Abomination.

Staggering backward, the Abomination remained silent as it looked down at the wound, then it smiled, and Eos could feel both the gaze of Enoch and End upon him.

"Thank you," it said in Enoch’s gentle voice. "That felt... new. I have never felt... pain before."

The Destroyer was still inside its chest, and instead of going back, it stepped forward, deeper into the blade, while maintaining its smile; it was as if this were the only emotion it knew.

The white body pressed against the Destroyer, letting the absence sink deeper, and now it began to bleed its foul corruption, and there was so much of it that the Destroyer was struggling to annihilate everything. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Now that he was so close to the Abomination, Eos could see that the corruption pouring from this Abomination was familiar. It was Enoch’s Rot. However, it was a bit different from the one he had gained after consuming the consciousness of Enoch left inside the Primordial Record.

"You are not going to win Eos. Everything you have was given to you by my hand. Take all of my roots away from you, and what do you have left?"

The corruption began to crawl up the blade, as white veins spread across the golden glow emerging from the blade and tearing into the metal, as it neared the hilt of his Destroyer, Eos twisted the sword and unleashed Finality Strikes.

"Whoosh!"

The blade ignited with golden-black fire; this flame came from the merged light of every Reality Eos had freed as he battled the previous clusters of Abomination.

It was the perfect counter to Enoch’s Rot, and the fire burned the rot away, but the Abomination did not pull back; it continued pushing its body into the blade while slowly bringing up its arms as though it wanted to hug Eos, the faces that made up its skin began to speak, and their voices were those of the Cradle’s devoured children across all the Realities the Abomination had consumed.

"Make it stop..."

"Mummy... Daddy... it hurts."

Eos sneered and twisted his wrist, while Infinite Rage was activated inside of him, all directed towards his Tri-Core Sigils in his chest. In this instant, the number of Eos that the Sigil could hold in a single moment multiplied exponentially as what sounded like a heartbeat blasted out of it.

Power of such incredible magnitude exploded out of the Sigil, and Eos’s consciousness struggled to channel them all into his arm, and in an instant, his hand swelled up, so much power filling it up that it would have exploded if not for its natural defenses hastily transforming some of those energies into Blood of the Fallen Gods.

This caused his arms to turn as red as iron inside the forge, but it was not enough. With a roar, Eos unleashed a Realm’s Butcher Onslaught with all the power that his soul could push out in a single moment, and the slight twist in his wrist completed its whole arc.

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