The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2062

Chapter 2062: Journey Through Time

The next series of moments was almost impossible to describe, even by the Primordials that fought in it.

Victorious Genesis was barely a shadow of himself as the shroud of death hung so heavy around him that it was only the actions of Fury that kept him alive as he continuously resurrected the last spark of his soul, just long enough for Victorious Genesis to explode.

This method of fighting was insane, and the unrelenting tide of enemies they faced was even more insane.

It did not seem possible that they had held on this long, but they did, and every second that passed, their bodies seemed to grow more primitive, governed only by instincts, and even when a band of light closed around their form that carried the power of time, they kept fighting.

With a loud snap and a crack of thunder, they vanished, and the insects descended and crushed the last spark of Existence remaining.

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The sky cracked over a world in its twilight, but the sky above was shattered, and so one more crack went unnoticed.

This world had once been extremely massive, as it was made from a merger of multiple higher-dimensional clusters.

As the war that swept through all of Existence grew heated, it became necessary for such a move due to the weight of the combatants. In this Era, the weakest beings were Primordials, and they had been fighting across Existence for so long that all of Limbo had been torn apart.

In all the Existences before this one, there had never been a war that had occurred for such a long time and had been so devastating.

With the endless expansion of Existence seemingly unlocking the shackles over what should be the ceiling of power, new and terrible monsters were born every day, and the limits for depravity seemed to be endlessly extended.

A twisting beam of light fell from the crack in space, and the reason it was not swiftly destroyed by multiple parties was that the emanations of power from it were so weak that it was easily dismissed.

There were countless streams of powers at the Origin level floating around, and in this age, it was not a strange thing.

With this oversight, the three Primordials escaped a swift death. They had expended so much on themselves in order to survive that they would not have been able to defend themselves if they were attacked.

It also helped that the aura of death around Victorious Genesis was so thick that it partially covered any signs of life surrounding them.

They fell to the earth and lay dormant for a decade. They were Primordials, and so they had regained consciousness years ago. They had learned their lesson and no longer spread their consciousness; they observed as best they could while slowly healing from their wounds.

Victorious Genesis was the most injured, with the power of death engraved into the core of who he was, but he was lucky that he was beside the best healers a Primordial could ask for, as Circe and Fury spent the majority of their efforts to purge his body of this taint.

A Primordial was supposed to be everlasting, and this innate nature of theirs made it possible for death not to have a permanent hold over Victorious Genesis, and over the next century, they slowly purged him of this taint.

They did not move from their position all this time, yet they were still able to see many things that made their hearts tremble.

In the years that they spent watching Existence, they had seen hundreds of Primordial-level beings fall in ways that were so terrifying that they could not even imagine powers like this could exist.

It was a shame they could not spread out their consciousness to see more, but they had learned their lessons.

"We have spent nearly two centuries here; did that mean we were fighting that long at the end of all things?" Circe spoke in astonishment as she began to feel a tightening around their essence.

Victorious Genesis shrugged, "That does not concern me as much as I cannot recognize any of the Primordials battling out there, I cannot even see the Grand Creator, surely... he has not fallen. How far back were we sent?!"

"There is a mechanism of this spell that I am sure gathers information like that," Fury replied, "I am more worried that I cannot sense myself here in the future. It means I am dead. Can either of you sense yourselves? If we can find ourselves, then this could be the best source of information we can ever find."

CRADLE OF ENOCH (ONE MILLION COSMIC ERAS FROM THE PRESENT)

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