The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2089

Chapter 2089: Intercepting The Beast

The Golem watched the Ancient Primordials reorganize themselves, and it made no move; its screaming crown was silent. However, what difference did it make whether the crown was screaming or not? With its Will of Absolute Silence, no sound could be heard anywhere around it.

This display was a perfect example of the saying that it was not the weapon that was powerful, but the hand that wielded it.

The concept of Silence was not new; admittedly, there was no one inside Existence who presently held it. Still, no matter how rare it was, there was no reason it should be strong enough to hold back all the Ancient Primordials.

However, this Golem had something special about it that could not be described, because it was never part of this Existence and was something incredibly alien to it, but the Ancient Primordials recognized this presence, because it reminded them of their father, and no matter how much they tried to deny it, they still feared Enoch.

The Golem suddenly spoke to them, but there was no sound; its message was felt in their bones.

"This one still has purpose. You shall not take more than what you were given, or you shall all be eliminated."

Then it stepped backward, its body beginning to disassemble, and it rose into the tear that had brought it into Existence and vanishedand vanished, taking the oppressive silence with it.

The remnants of the Realm of Death shuddered with the absence of the Beast, and what was left of it began to crumble.

In order to escape from the detection of the Ancient Primordials, the Beast had not hesitated to sever all of its connections with its realm, leaving all of its treasures behind, and not caring what was lost.

It would seem that in the face of death, even Death would crumble.

The six Ancient Primordials remained, shattered and seething, while staring into the empty wound where ultimate power had just escaped their grasp.

So many things had gone wrong so fast that they could not point a finger at when things began to fall apart. All they knew, even as they hated to admit it, was that in their arrogance, they were no longer the greatest threats in Existence, and it was possible that their enemy, Eos, no longer saw them in this manner.

After sixty-five million Cosmic Eras, the Ancient Primordials... they suddenly felt old.

Nyxara’s scream of pure, starving rage echoed through the collapsing Regions of Death and echoed through Existence; it was a sound so raw and hateful that it sent fresh cracks racing across what remained of the Realm of Death.

"This is the last time I will fail." Turning a hateful look towards her siblings, she tore through the void and vanished.

Ⓝ

The Beast of Final Rest escaped through the crack in the void. Its form was like a ragged ribbon of shadow, and no matter how much it tried, it could not stop itself from leaking its Deathly essence, leaving tendrils of itself trailing behind it like severed veins.

A once powerful being at the height of power inside Existence could only flee without attempting to even look back, for it knew that even a normal Primordial could end its existence at the moment.

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