The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2105

Chapter 2105: Greed Winning Over Reason

Eos’s words carried the power of his Will, and so it brought with it all the information the Beast would need to know about the sanctuary that Eos was offering.

It was a world built from the essence of his Origin Realms, which was hidden in its shadow. This was a space that only Eos knew of, and if it could hide here, no one would be able to find it until it revealed itself or the Origin Realms were destroyed.

The Beast knew that the Origin Realms would not be easily destroyed even if they were conquered, and so it was greatly assured of this realm’s safety.

In addition to this, there were the words Eos had said about its interaction with End. Only a fool would not see that the Beast had lost most of its Dominion, and soon it would not be able to stand at all in the stage of Existence, and if it does not want to be devoured, it either serves a higher power, or becomes the Avatar of End.

However, in its present state, it would not be able to bargain for any suitable benefit in this arrangement, and the chance to recover to pick any choice that suits his needs was almost too good to believe.

The Beast answered Eos almost immediately. Its shattered form coalesced in front of him like a ragged shadow, tendrils trailing like torn intestines from its body, and one cracked eye glowing with desperate suspicion.

Even after this time, the Beast had not been able to heal, and the taints of the Ancient Primordials still lingered in its flesh.

The once mighty ruler of death was now a pitiful thing, barely holding itself together, its leaking essence painted the void behind it in slow, black spirals. Death was powerful, but its nature also worked against it, as the way it healed was to cut off, and if it stil had its domain, it could have all the resources needed to heal itself back again, but without this option, and with the constant harassment from the Ancient Primordials, it could not gather any Essence for Existence for its use.

It also did not help that Limbo was shrinking, as a lot of power that Death consumed came from the corrupted essence of End and Existence, and it was extremely barren, with barely any deathly essence for it to consume.

Looking at Eos, who seemed to be in perfect shape with eyes glowing with impossible vitality, the Beast shook.

"You expect me to trust you?" it rasped, and Eos could hear the deep tiredness in that voice. The Beast was under far more pressure than he had anticipated, which was a good thing. Manipulating it would be easier.

Eos opened his hands wide, ensuring that the suspicious corona that was currently circling him was dismissed. After he lost this corona when the Painter attempted to point at him, he no longer saw this light as something simple, and was determined to hide it until he fully understood what it does.

"Trust is unnecessary." Eos slowly spoke, making sure he was looking deep into the one eye of the Beast so it could see his intent clearly, "Survival, however, is not. The Ancient Primordials hunt you, and the Golem sent by the Temple of End, does it not only watches as you dance on the edge of damnation. You are wise enough to understand what this means. The Temple has given you to the power of End, but they want you to be broken so your power is restricted. Tell me if you think I am wrong?"

The Beast hesitated, its cracked eye narrowed. It would be a fool if it did not see the obvious connection between the Temple of End and the power of End.

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