The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1975

Chapter 1975: Teach... Fear (Final)

The Destroyer that emerged from the top of the Abomination’s head was different, evolved. Like his opponent, Eos knew that rapidly evolving his body was a foolish move, but there was one thing he could rapidly evolve to become better at his task, and that was his weapon.

In one of the many worlds where he had gathered knowledge from, he remembered a saying from a hunter.

"The red hawk, Anansi, has learned to fly without perching, and I have learnt to shoot without aiming."

This new Destroyer was raw, brutal, born of desperation and divine slaughter, and its purpose was simple: to kill a being that was endless.

The metal was black-red, veined with the same molten crimson that now coursed through Eos’s arm. The edge flickered with the light of every immortal being he had ever slain, their final moments compressed into a single, screaming line of annihilation.

It was a terrible sound to hear the final cries of an immortal, and now this sound had been multiplied nearly infinitely.

The face of the Abomination was lined with cracks as it twitched, its incredibly powerful mind reasserting itself, but before it could understand everything that was happening, Eos yanked his Destroyer downward.

The new blade carved through the Abomination’s body from crown to groin in one savage stroke. White flesh parted with a wet, ripping sound, thick layers peeling away like wet parchment, revealing the screaming fusion of Realities beneath.

Corrupted Realities shattered under the cut, their ethereal backbones snapping like brittle bone. Nascent Abominations that were struggling to be born uncoiled and burst, their birthing cries turning into high-pitched wails as they evaporated. All of these corrupted flesh wilted into black rot that dripped upward in defiance of gravity, raining into the darkness.

The Abomination staggered, arms flailing in slow, graceful arcs that were almost beautiful. Half its mass had already ceased to exist; the other half was unraveling. However, its vitality was incredible, as power flooded into its body and its skin began folding inward around the wound, trying to close the absence by collapsing itself.

Children’s faces surfaced on the torn membrane, mouths open, eyes wide, voices overlapping in a chorus of terror and love. The Abomination was using its corrupted voices, and now it began to reach beyond what it should have gotten from the Cradle and was digging into the past, no longer trying to hide the outside influence.

"I love you—"

"Make it stop—"

"Daddy—"

The words from all these children cut deeper than any blade as Eos felt them like knives in his own heart.

But he did not stop. Why would he stop now when there was nothing behind him but desolation, and everything ahead was freedom?

He twisted the blade as he combined multiple traits of his Slaughter Revenant Aspect and his Doombringers Covenant, pouring it all into Infinite Rage while channeling it through his Tri-Core Sigils, power multiplying exponentially, each heartbeat a detonation of Eos.

Anyone else would have been torn apart from having so much power flowing through their body, but Eos only grunted when his physique was being strained; however, his Strength Core surged past limits, while his Constitution Core strained to contain the overflow, but since his durability was increasing, he could still maintain total control of this power.

His arm had transformed back to a swollen, red-black column of divine blood and became the conduit for his rage.

After his loss at the hands of the Ancient Primordials and all the lies associated with his history and even his most potent treasure, Eos had long deliberated on what made him unique. It did not need to be his most powerful trait; it just had to be something that only he was able to accomplish, and he came to the realization that it was his fleshy body and the sheer fucking strength he could call upon if the need arose.

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