The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2057

Chapter 2057: The End of Existence

For the rest of her life, Circe Boreas, the Primordial of Endless Kindling, knew that she would never forget what she saw on this day and the impact it had on her consciousness.

The head of the Archai above was already giving her a bad feeling deep in her guts that she could not push away, and when they sent out their consciousness to see the true state of Existence, that fear came crashing down.

It was hard to pin down the full range of a Primordial consciousness because of many factors, as it was mostly dependent on the individual, but even the weakest Primordial consciousness power had reached the peak of the ninth dimension, and they could see all of infinity.

However, infinity at the ninth-dimensional level was true infinity, and a Primordial grasp over it depended on the power of their consciousness.

Circe had expected that the moment she unveiled her consciousness, she would see a part of the month dimension and ascertain how the war was going; however, she could see only one.

All the dimensions have fallen, and the greatest dimensional level they could see was the third dimension.

Time no longer existed, and anything higher than this was gone. Even the third dimension of space was being consumed, as the Primordials had witnessed when they sent out their consciousness.

Existence was no longer infinite. If it were to be measured, its size would be about that of an average galaxy, which is ridiculous when you compare what it was before now.

"Is this... the end of all things?" Fury muttered in astonishment, "Everyone...lost."

"That does not matter," Victorious Genesis pointed out, "We are being hunted."

At the boundary of the shrieking existence was a moving wall of flesh and carapace. These creatures resembled insects, but each of them was the size of a moon, and they were the ones feasting on the third dimension and rapidly reducing it to nothing.

When the Primordials had spread out their consciousness, it had impacted against these walls of bodies and drawn the attention of the swarm, and some of them peeled off from consuming Existence to rush towards them.

"We need to move!" Fury exclaimed, but Circe looked behind her with worry at the Old One, who was at a critical point of his breakthrough,h and shook her head, "We cannot leave, and it is not just because of him; there is nowhere left to flee to, we just have to hold on and follow the plan."

"And what is the plan exactly?" Victorious Genesis roared as the swarm that had peeled off and was descending towards them numbered in the millions, and in those few moments, they had already crossed half the distance.

Fury turned towards Victorious Genesis in astonishment, "Were you not listening to what Serene Ascension was saying before we left?"

"No," Victorious Genesis coolly replied, "I hate his voice and the way he talks, it was hard enough for me not to punch him in the face every time I see him, how do you think I have the energy to listen to a damn thing he was saying?!"

Circe squinted her eyes a bit in confusion, "Well, if you want to put it that way, then I guess this is the case." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Saying this, he launched away from the ground like a rocket, and his body began to expand as he rose into the sky. A golden glow erupted from his fist that radiated around this dead world, and he threw a punch.

Eos had created their race after the Empyreans, meaning he gave them bodies that could endure everything, and Natal Treasures that went against the order of Existence. Victorious Genesis had long refined all of his Natal Treasures into his flesh, and he had created several new ones that he kept adding to his body and Origin.

Because of his status as a Primordial, he would never reach a limit on the number of Natal Treasures that he could fuse with his flesh, and his power would always be growing.

The swarm had covered the sky, and the only thing that could be seen were twitching mandibles that left scars in realities as well as legs that were like sharp spears. There was an aura of desolation around these insectlike swarms that were so deep that any sane Primordial would have retreated, but this aura only seemed to embolden Victorious Genesis.

With a roar of defiance, he poured more Origin essence into his fist as the sixteen thousand Natal Treasures that had been engraved in his fist lit up, creating a vast rune that erupted from his body like the rising of the sun, and this potent Origin power swept up and clashed against the descending swarm.

"BOOM!"

The impact was calamitous, and it shook the entirety of the dead world. Only the protection of the two Primordials below saved all the Old Ones from perishing from the shockwaves; however, the descending swarm was not even pushed back by a single inch.