The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2087

Chapter 2087: The Price of Disunity

The blood of Primordial Chaos stained a third of Limbo, and even in the ten thousand Origin Realms, the heavens above were covered by storms. Primordial Chaos was not dead; it was hard to kill beings like these, but he had been hurt and had lost a few of his Origin Force.

However, to the Ancient Primordials who were now digesting the gains from the past, such a loss was not even a loss at all, barely a single hair lost from a camel’s back.

They did not care about injuries like these; what they cared about was the fact that slowly, but surely, the Beast was recovering.

Xyris, Elgorath, and Vorthas would not follow the wrong example of Eldrithor and attack the Golem alone. It was not as if they did not have the confidence in destroying this Golem, but the price would be too high, and by the time they were done with the fight, Death would have long recovered from its wounds, and the purpose of this ambush would be lost.

The three Ancient Primordials attacked together. If they could push back the Golem, then they could kill Death before it could gather itself back together.

Xyris led the charge as he used the same technique he had previously used on the Beast, but instead of stopping time, he accelerated it.

Primordials, especially Ancient Primordial, deal with time on a Cosmic Era scale, and so when Primordial Time was accelerating time around a target, the time scale that was being used was calculated in trillions of Cosmic Eras at a time.

A single Cosmic Era would see Realities age, even Primordials would begin to feel the weight of such time passing by, and Xyris was unleashing all of this force on the Golem as he tried to age the Golem into oblivion, flooding it with accelerated time and reversed entropy.

The Temple stone did not age. It was made out of material that had seen the end of time, many times over, and was far older than the Ancient Primordials.

Unleashing this storm of time on the Golem was a mistake, as Xyris’s mind was connected to the storm, and in that instant, he felt the weight of time held by the walls, and his mind fractured into pieces as his temporal assault rebounded, slamming into Xyris like a collapsing timeline.

His purple wings disintegrated into dust as his bones aged forward and backward simultaneously until they splintered inside his own flesh. He fell, writhing, screaming as every second of his existence played out at once in an endless loop of agony.

If his lifetime had been as short as a mortal’s, Xyris would still endure unimaginable pain, but he was more than sixty-five million Cosmic Eras old, and because he was a Primordial of Time, this time scale was particularly extended for him, making him live a million times as long.

And so, if this move had been used against any other Ancient Primordial, it would be considered annoying, but for Xyris, this was his weakness made manifest.

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