The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2107

Chapter 2107: You Did Not Consider My Appetites

The Beast was an ancient monster, and it was able to decipher certain clues with the limited information presented to it. Knowing that Eos would not want to allow his secrets be known to others, Death finally acknowledged that it would not be leaving here alive.

There was a reason it feared the Temple of End, far more than it feared Eos or the Ancient Primordials, and that was because they were capable of wielding powers beyond what anyone with Origin was capable of, and if they wanted, they could erase an entity in its entirety.

For so long, Death had been feeding on the past Deaths, and he knew that this technique he was using was a small taste of what the Temple was capable of. In essence, all of these past Deaths had a slim chance of resurrection, but with this technique, they had finally been wiped out and used to feed its growth and hunger.

Now, the same thing was happening to it, and this brought panic and fear. The entire dissolution of its being for an entity that had lived beyond all things was a fear that was hard to acknowledge, and with the surging strength of a being that was on the brink of death, the Beast fought back with everything it had, and there was a surprising amount of strength left in its body.

Even when it was dying, the Beast had preserved a large amount of his strength in case it was unexpectedly betrayed by Eos. The amount of power it had kept back should have been enough to battle against one of the Ancient Primordials on equal footing, and it should have been enough to hold back Eos and escape, but the attack from Eos was beyond anything the Beast could have expected, and yet, it still fought back as hard as it could.

Tendrils lashed out, slicing across Eos’s shoulders and chest, carving deep, burning gashes that wept golden blood. One tendril speared through his thigh, pinning him momentarily. Pain lanced through Eos like white fire, but he did not flinch. He twisted his hands deeper, forcing the Beast’s own finality back upon itself.

The Beast’s screams became wet, gurgling pleas. Its form shrank from nebula-sized horror to a thrashing mass the size of a dying star, then smaller still, until it resembled a small black deer whose fur was slowly molting into ash, and eyes cracking like glass and weeping the red blood of a mortal.

Eos leaned in close, voice low and brutal.

"I warned you of their appetite, and you did not listen, a shame that you did not consider my own. This entire fucking game has gone too far. The lives inside Existence matter to me, and I shall wipe all of you away from the board, one by one."

With a final surge, he flooded the Beast with the light of his Origin Land that effectively crippled it at the core; it was not enough to kill it, but enough to leave it on the razor’s edge of dissipation.

The Beast collapsed, twitching, leaking Origin Force in great, pulsing waves that spread across the realm like blood in water. Its final cry echoed outward, a dying emanation so potent that every higher being in existence would have felt it as a physical blow, but Eos gathered that cry and held it in his hand.

The trap was set, and he was about to send a part of this cry to Nyxara for her to draw in her prey when he turned to the Beast that resembled a helpless deer, and he broke off a piece of his destroyer, and then drove the shard of the blade through the top of the Beast’s head so it burst out from under its neck, effectively nailing shut the mouth of the Beast.

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