The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2024

Chapter 2024: A New Player

"BOOM!!!"

The impact of the meteors against the shield was apocalyptic. The leading spearhead meteor, a mountain-sized spear of crimson and black, hit the shield first.

For a fraction of a second, it seemed it would punch through. The shield dimmed at the point of contact, the interwoven golden light compressing like a bruise. Then the meteor simply... stopped.

An arcane chant that resembled the songs of Angels emerged from the shield, and the meteor that was the size of a mountain was simply... unmade.

If this process had been slowed down, it would have been possible to see the crimson surface of the meteor flare once, then fold inward into itself, layers peeling away into threads of violet plasma that spiraled back toward the crack they had come from.

The smaller meteors followed in the same fate, each one meeting the shield and simply ceasing to be, their momentum, their heat, their very existence absorbed and returned to nothing.

All of these meteors had life and intelligence, and in their final moments, their screams of pain resounded for trillions of light-years, but even these ungodly cries were sucked into the power of erasure, and it was dissipated.

The barrage continued for what felt like hours.

Meteor after meteor hammered the shield, each impact sending ripples of light cascading across the golden surface like waves on a pond of molten sunlight. The shield never cracked. It flexed. It sang like a vast choir of Angels. It drank the violence and spat it back as soft, warm radiance that bathed the realms below in gentle dawn.

Inside the central realm, beings of every kind stood on towers of living crystal and watched the sky burn white. They had never seen power like this before, as seeing the power of Origin wielded in this manner broke the shackles in the minds of many mortals and immortals who witnessed this sight.

At this time, it was impossible not to know that a war was coming, and most believed that it would happen in the future. The unexpected arrival of the meteors had shaken the fate of many here, but the sublime defenses of their realm gave them confidence and assurance.

There was a reason in all of Existence that creation and all that was good could be found here, and it was because they had a ruler whose hands were powerful enough to hold the heavens above, even if it collapses.

The Primordial of Victorious Genesis, still wearing the body of a child and refusing to give himself a name despite the insistence of his mother and father, looked at the heavens above and laughed, his voice resounding all through the Prime Axis.

"Look at those smelly backstabbers, they come for our light, but they shall not pass." His boyish tone was high, and yet the power in it was undeniable, and even as his voice resounded through the air, what astonished all life inside the Prime Axis was an ancient voice that replied to the boy, powerful and majestic beyond reason, and it belonged to Eos.

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