The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2109

Chapter 2109: You Dare To Command Me?

Every Primordial had hidden secrets as they were growing stronger, and one of Xyris’s greatest secrets was that he believed he was now glimpsing the future.

Xyris could not be sure if these visions were accurate because every Primordial’s knowledge of the lower dimension was almost perfect, and with this ability, they could predict the future in almost immaculate detail.

However, these futures would change when other ninth dimensional being interfered, and the Primordials did not care about lower-dimensional immortals as they did not matter.

Still, these latest visions of the future were short, and they were extremely peculiar, and Xyris could not wait to entirely fuse his Origin in order to know if he was truly seeing the future or if something else was going on here.

The dying cries of this powerful ninth-dimensional being caused the visions he could see to ripple into madness. He saw futures where he died by his sister’s hand and the other by Eos, and yet, there was one future that seemed improbable but was pushing the other futures aside... one where he was the winner.

In that future, he had grown unstoppable, and even if he did not want to, his purple wings creaked with excitement. Like Elgorath, Xyris vanished from his throne, and a long moment passed before Xylos, Vorthas, and Eldrithor jerked as they felt all of Existence shaking.

㉫ 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Eos had called this realm that he created, the Hollow. For something that was not expected to last, he had poured a surprising amount of resources into it, and yet he wondered if it would be enough.

All he knew was that the changes that would happen on this day would be monumental, and while the war had been slowly growing hotter these past few million years, today, it was going to explode in its intensity.

Eos would have wanted this day to happen a billion years from now, or even two billion... there was so much for him to do, and it never seemed to be enough time to do it. He looked around him one last time, seeing the field that he had created to shed the blood of tyrants.

The Hollow had been carved from the underbelly of the Origin Realm, and it seemingly hung in the fragile balance between existence and unmaking, but this fragility was a lie and a trap, one that would bite back if the opponents underestimated it.

The air of this space was thick and laced with the metallic tang of leaking Origin Force and the faint, acrid stink of dissolution. This smell came from the Beast that was fading in despair. In this Hollow, hope felt like a lie, because it knew that it would be dying on this day, one way or another, and it could do nothing against this fate, except to lie down and wait for it.

Eos stood at the center of the Hollow, and he would have wished to be setting traps and formations, but those would only startle the prey, and the only thing he needed was his trusted blade that hung by his side.

On the surface, this blade still hummed with the same power that the Ancient Primordials would recognize, but Eos knew that this was now a tool of refusal, a thing that declared "no" to existence itself when they were in his hand.

Eos looked at these hands of his that were stained red from the Beast’s blood. He had been seeing this peculiarity for a while when he fought, but now he had realized that there must be something about his acceptance of mortality that brought unexpected benefits when he fought ancient monsters like this.

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