The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2083

Chapter 2083: The Ambush (4)

The core of Death lay open, and Nyxara was feasting upon it, a direct link to the depths of the Beast, and the other Ancient Primordials, especially Xylos, Primordial Demon, were holding back the Will of Death, which expressed itself in its tendrils from entering its core and pulling out Nyxara.

To get to Nyxara, the Beast had exerted itself to the limits and incapacitated the rest of the Primordials for a moment, but Nyxara pressed the advantage that this gave her, and her hybrid wing transformed into a lance of corrupted dawn that stabbed deeper into the Beast’s core.

In her endless hunger, Nyxara was not holding back her powers, and she poured everything into the corrupted lance that travelled deep into the core of the Beast.

She drank its pain, its harvested Deaths flooding her veins like icy venom. The Beast bucked, its abyssal eyes widening in something like fear, tendrils flailing wildly.

One sliced across Nyxara’s face, carving a gash that exposed bone and pulsing light beneath; the wound wept black ichor mixed with stolen radiance, burning like acid on her skin.

A chilling, spine-tingling cackle that echoed through the void as Nyxara laughed and she twisted harder, forcing the Beast’s form to dissipate at the edges.

This action caused a powerful shockwave that rippled outwards into Limbo, and Regions of Death collapsed inward, the dead howling as they were crushed between the combatants.

"A part of my power can never be complete when you steal my souls, you damned beast!" Nyxara shrieked and drank deep from the Beast.

The other Ancient Primordials looked at Nyxara with hidden light in their eyes. The power she was displaying was shocking, but Xylos snapped them out of their daze as they joined the attack and the feasting.

Like flies coming for decaying flesh, the Ancient Primordials fell on the Beast, and the fight devolved into unbounded brutality. A part of the Beast knew that it would not survive this fight, but it was Death, and all those that came for its wrath would earn it a thousandfold

Xylos, face half-peeled, expanded into a colossal giant and leaped onto the Beast’s back, demonic claws rending chunks of nothingness that reformed only to be corrupted again.

The flesh of the Beast was bubbling into demonic tumors that exploded in chains of abyssal fire. All of that fire was poured into the thousand maws of Xylos as he drew out his spine, revealing that it was the perfected Sin Weapon once wielded by Rowan, and he struck at the Beast, countless times, cutting out vast sums of flesh.

Eldrithor, still impaled on tendrils of Death and bleeding lightning, was now a bit free to act, and he unraveled the Beast’s defenses through the tendrils that were still piercing his body.

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