The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2028

Chapter 2028: The Creation of Monsters

Eldrithor, Primordial Chaos did not need any forge, not when Existence itself and all the madness that it held was the best forge for him. He went to the center of this blackened scar, and he spun around like a black hole, his wings tearing the fabrics of this cursed place into a vortex of improbability.

Every rotation he made pulled in fragments of shattered causality from the past and the probable future. He reached into timelines where Asteroath had lived, futures where the Primordials had lost, and pasts where they had never betrayed. He was chaos, and meaning and truths meant nothing to him.

Eldrithor always had the potential to be the strongest of the Ancient Primordials, but there had never truly been a chance for him to shine, not when he was beset by madness, but those scales had fallen away, and now he could bring out the meaning of chaos.

Every Ancient Primordial had millions of similar Origin Forces inside their bodies; even though all of these Origin Forces were the same, they were not exact. This caused minor friction between all these forces, and usually led to a small diminishing in power, but Primordial Chaos did not have this weakness because chaos fed on these clashes and strengthened him. If not for the special talent of Nyxara, then Eldrithor had the potential of being the strongest and the most dangerous of all the Primordials.

From this chaos, he created, through the vortex of improbability, the Paradox Behemoths. They came to life with a scream that would have brought weaker Primordials to the brink of madness.

These monstrosities defied form. One might appear as a colossal humanoid with six arms, each ending in a different weapon, then in the next heartbeat become a swarm of locusts that had always been locusts.

Their bodies looped through impossible states: burning yet frozen, alive yet rotting, victorious yet defeated.

Laughing, Primordial Chaos formed a massive realm and pulled in life from wherever he could find and unleashed his Paradox Behemoths on them to create a scene of terrible slaughter.

These creatures held the twisted madness of chaos, and they killed in ways that sickened the heart.

They could force their victims into a recursive paradox, where their death had already happened, yet they would still live it again and again, each cycle becoming more agonizing and brutal.

A single Behemoth could unravel armies by existing near them. Soldiers forgot which side they fought for; weapons turned on their wielders; time looped until veterans aged backward into infants who died of old age in moments.

Eldrithor created thousands, each one a walking wound in logic. They roamed in nomadic storms, laughing the cruel laughter of their creator.

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Xyris worked in silence; he knew they could not equal the creating power of Eos or the endless armies of Death, but they had unique powers that could still tilt the board to their favor.

His purple bones creaked as he wove strands of stolen time into vast hourglasses the size of mountains. The sand within was not silica but compressed lifespans that came from every second of existence the Primordials had denied worlds.

While it was true that the Primordials could not create, they could bend the rules in ways it was never meant to bend, and the fact that they were using the power of End could no longer be denied.

Xyris chuckled, End was just a tool, and they were right to use it in this manner. From all of this stolen time poured out his creation, the Chronophages.

They were serpentine horrors, with bodies composed of interlocking gears and hourglass segments, their mechanical heads holding a maw of spinning clock-hands that sliced through time itself.

There was no need to summon helpless lives to be fed into the maws of his creation, but Xyris could not help but summon countless lives for his creation to feed upon.

It was the right practice for the time when they would devour the Origin Realms.

Sent into a realm filled with life, the Chronophages began their slaughter.

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