The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2084

Chapter 2084: The Taste of Spilled Power

Through the eyes of the Archai, Eos and the New Primordials watched the terrifying battle ongoing in the realm of Death. There was a stunned silence as the Primordials here watched scenes of such great barbarity that few among them began to grow pale.

They knew of the Ancient Primordials and understood they were the enemies, and yet there was a fundamental understanding about their power and brutality that could not be described in words; it could only be shown.

Eos had allowed the Primordials to see the face of their enemies and showed them what they did to allies. He did not know how the battle would go in the future, and it may be possible that some of the Primordials here may decide to join his enemies; they had free will after all.

However, it was a different thing to know you are just food to something monstrous, and seeing that monstrous thing treated its food.

Would this display cause fear to grow in the heart of the Primordials? The answer was yes, but Eos did not see fear as a bad thing; only through fear could true bravery be found, and he did not want paper tigers in his armies. If they were all going to their death, he wanted no man or woman to die with scars on their backs.

One other entity was here, and it was the white turtle, the Beast of Inevitability, and in its eyes was great sadness. No matter the path that Death had chosen to take, it was its siblings that were being butchered and eaten alive.

The power of the Ancient Primordials and Death sent tremors all through Existence as its endless regions were collapsing into destruction as these Primordial forces raged through it. Eos looked at the power of Nyxara and frowned. This was something he could not make any plans for, because her power was something new.

It was almost as if Nyxara was a fusion of an Ancient Primordial and a New Primordial. She was fusing these ancient Origin Forces, and what was emerging from it was something new and unknown.

It was amazing that her siblings had not yet discovered that their sister was no longer an Ancient Primordial like them; in fact, it could be argued that she was no longer a Primordial.

Still, Eos was not going to just sit here and watch the Primordials devour Death. Although he had warned this proud Beast in the past about the inevitable fate that would befall it if this partnership with the Ancient Primordials continued, the Beast had been too proud and assured of its powers. That was a grave mistake.

Eos did not want to save the Beast, as far as he was concerned, Death was as bad as the Ancient Primordials, as it still served End. However, he did not want the Ancient Primordials to grow stronger, too.

Their strength had obviously grown, and it was far greater than what it was a hundred million years ago, which only satisfied his hypothesis that the Primordials had not enjoyed a life of sanity before they grew mad with the hunger of Enoch.

A hundred million years would see them slowly discover the reaches of their power, and hence they would become more dangerous. He was not the only one rapidly improving, but Eos would bet on himself to the end that he would always outwork and outinnovate his enemies.

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