The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1984

Chapter 1984: Last Words

For the first time since the battle began, Asteroath began to truly panic. He ignited his wings into a nova, not caring if he was burning off Origin Force, the mandala of darkness surrounding him, cracked leaking such bright light that it tore through this layer of Death’s domain and blasted away the Primordials that wanted to save him, in his panic, Asteroath was burning the foundation of his power to push away the crushing embrace of the mandala.

Asteroath had sensed what Death wanted to do to him, and he almost went insane with rage and fear. The Primary reason for this was simple, he heard the words... The Architect of End.

Apart from Enoch, the power that the Primordials fear was this organization, and what made this power so dangerous to even the Primordials was that, until Death had mentioned it to him at this moment, Asteroath had forgotten about the Architects and the Temple of End.

It was as if the knowledge of this place had been wiped out from the collective consciousness of the Primordial,s and if it were not mentioned, they would never remember it.

All this time, the Primordials had been fighting without pushing their limits. While it may appear as if Death was extremely powerful in comparison to the seven Primordials attacking it, the Primordials were not truly giving their all in this fight.

Every Primordial had millions of Origin Forces inside of them, and they could choose to fight while pulling from a single Origin Force or from all of them at once, and if they were desperate like Primordial Light currently was, they could burn these Origin Forces to create devastating power.

From the beginning of the battle till this moment, the Primordials had only been pulling power from a thousand sources of Origin Force in their bodies and were slowly ramping up this number as they grew familiar with their abilities and truly digested the power they had consumed.

They had monitored how much power Death had to give, and they saw that they were at a comfortable level while pushing out this output, and they even adjusted for any tricks that Death might dish out during the battle, and they were ready to unleash all their strength at a moment’s notice.

Nyxara had spoken of their deaths as a possibility, but that was only a trap to lure their opponent into a false sense of power. No Primordial here wanted to die, and if Death was foolish enough to believe that it was possible to kill them, then it was bound to be terribly surprised.

However, they were still too shallow in their scheming. Death had played a deeper game.

Despite Asteroath burning a thousand Origin Forces of Light to escape, he would have burned more, but this was his limit; the orb of darkness had only cracked and was not destroyed. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The Mandala of darkness that covered Primordial Light was not one... it was a thousand.

All this time, the Primordials had believed that Death had resurrected only one of these creatures, and even if he resurrected more, they were most likely being held back to be used at a later moment, but they were wrong. Death had placed a thousand of these creatures into the body of one, only to unleash them when the time was right.

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