The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2117

Chapter 2117: A Piece of Truth (Final)

What followed next was one of the bloodiest and most barbaric battles that Eos had ever endured in his life. There were many ways that this fight could have been fought, but Eos believed that it needed to be this way.

To take pain and give back pain a thousand times in return. For so long, a pressing weight on his chest had been growing with no way to find relief, and now in this fight, he was holding back the part of his mind that understood strategy or the bigger picture... he just wanted to brawl out his pain.

Every punch he threw was on the face of one of the people who sat down in their vaunted thrones and planned the death and destruction of countless lives... This may not be the painter, but they were all its tools, and Eos would break them.

The three rolled in the blood-soaked ground. The sight was barbaric and bloody, as their limbs were tangled and gore filled the earth. If the first sentient immortal beings to exist had fought, then it would be like this.

Claws raked flesh, teeth tore skin, bones broke, organs spilled, and golden blood mixed with golden light and purple sand in a slick, steaming mess. This blood represented an impossible amount of Origin Force clashing and corroding against each other, and a single drop of blood from this battle would have poisoned an entire Origin Realm to ash.

Screams echoed across the Hollow, guttural, primal, each one a testament to pain that would break lesser beings. Elgorath’s claws found Eos’s throat again, tearing deeper and shredding his windpipe.

He did not wait to fully recover from his core being clipped by Eos’s Destroyer, as he could not wait to tear off Eos’s head.

Choking and drowning in his own blood, Eos slammed the Destroyer into Elgorath’s eye, nearly cutting his head in two. The orb burst in a spray of golden jelly, and Elgorath howled, blinded on one side, no longer knowing the meaning of holding back. Elgorath just poured all of the Origin Force that he had harvested from Death into his arms and began punching Eos in the gut.

The power behind those blows was so great that his fist was sinking into Eos’s stomach, tearing large open wounds, and crushing his internal organs to mush.

Xyris was still tangled with Eos and Elgorath, and he grabbed the only piece of Eos body that he could reach, which was his newly healed leg. Eos was rapidly healing, butalthough he had regained his legs, they were not fully healed to one hundred percent.

Copying his brother, Xyris poured all of the essence of death into Eos’s legs. Xyris had harvested a greater amount of Death than Elgorath, and if they had been lucky to gain the core of Death, then he would have profited more greatly than any of the others except Nyxara... now that the Beast was dead, then there was no reason to hold on to its useless essence.

The leg he was holding on to was aged to the bone as flesh sloughed off in rotten sheets, exposing a femur that cracked under pressure. Eos screamed at the unexpected pain, but he rolled, pinning Xyris, and stabbed the destroyer into his shoulder, shattering bone and nearly decapitating the Primordial as purple sand sprayed like arterial blood, before a punch from Elgorath stopped him from pushing down his blade.

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