The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2118

Chapter 2118: The War At The Dawn of Ending (1)

The Hollow shuddered as three powerful presences entered it, and the sight that awaited them shook them to the core.

A being of silver flame whose aura was steadily rising stood with a blade of fire, not far from him was the broken body of Death, and at his feet were the broken bodies of Elgorath and Xyris.

Eos had stood and fought with the Ancient Primordials in the most primal way possible, using just his blade and his fist, and he had stood champion over them.

The Primordial of Memory was a crumpled heap of golden wreckage, chest carved open, golden light leaking in fitful spurts like a dying sun. His wings were tattered rags, feathers scattering in the hollow’s stale wind that held the last cries of shattered Origin Forces, each one carrying a fragment of forgotten agony that whispered as it dissolved.

Xyris was worse: his purple body twisted in temporal loops, flesh rotting and reforming in grotesque cycles, one arm severed and leaking sand, his jaw hanging loose in a perpetual scream. They twitched, alive, but broken, their Origins ebbing like blood from mortal wounds.

The only problem was that they were recovering, slowly but surely, their dissipated Origin was returning to their bodies; unless Eos knew how to silence them with finality, the Ancient Primordials could not die!

He could kill them, of course... their life was tied to their core, and destroying it with a single powerful blow would erase them from Existence, and then he would claim their Origin. He had already done the same thing with Death, but only he knew that Primordial Memory was something else, and he could not just kill him without triggering certain changes.

Eos had already calculated what this change would cost him and his wars with all of Existence, and he was ready to pay them.

He looked up, and like Nyxara, Elgorath, and Xyris, the Ancient Primordials were breaking the shackles of their previous form and were becoming more distinct, but Eos saw this as their corruption just getting increasingly deeper.

Vorthas, Primordial Life, had green wings filled with a tangled mass of tumors and carnivorous vines, and on his body was a hulking armor made from an amalgam of bark and pulsing flesh. Beside him was Xylos, Primordial Demon whose black wings continuously shed feathers that hatched into swarms of abyssal horrors mid-flight.

The first demon had still maintained his half-peeled face that he had suffered under the strike of the Golem, and he looked at Eos and grinned, and from the exposed bone and decaying flesh, ichor and demonic essence poured out in foul clouds that followed behind him for trillions of light-years.

He landed lightly, exuding grace that was extremely unnatural, and the ground of the Hollow trembled as parasites crawling across the ground like living shadows emerged from his body in relentless waves.

Eldrithor, Primordial Chaos, floated behind them, his wily eyes looking around the Hollow. His body was a swirling storm of improbability, his form looping through states of dragon, locust swarm, and laughing giant before settling into his storm-winged self.

When he noticed the broken body of his siblings, he smirked, and when he saw the body of Death, he began to laugh. His mad cackle echoed through the Hollow, unraveling small pockets of reality as he finally touched down.

The three Primordials spread out, their wings were flared, and their eyes were locked on Eos. For a moment, a weird thought passed through Eos’s head. He thought that they looked like peacocks, and he frowned; he loved peacocks, and associating them with these foul beings was wrong.

㉫ 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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