The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2132

Chapter 2132: I Am Just Getting Started

There were many ways for him to refine his knowledge of the Origin of Truth, but the brutal beat down of Primordial Chaos was necessary in Eos’s mind; the countless screaming souls and memories in his crown demanded blood and pain, and Eos would give them in full.

This was not even acknowledging Eos’s pain that needed to be vented, and he could not help it; he had come to love the sound of these creatures begging for their life at the end.

Primordial Chaos was small now. The infinite maybe of his form had been reduced to a sphere the size of a planet, then a moon, then a mountain, then a house, then a man.

At this level, he was only a pathetic remnant of his past glory. With his connection to the Ouroboros Serpents, he could feel their scales becoming saturated with the power of End.

Every action that was happening here, without the scales of the Ouroboros Serpents acting like a gigantic lightning rod grounding the power of End, then Eos would not have been able to kill Memory or be on his way to nearly kill Primordial Chaos.

End was a force of dissolution, and if Eos wanted to kill Memory without the understanding of its laws, the Luminious would have shaken off his attempt like a bad cold, only the fact that the sheer energy of destruction and ending that was emerging from the catastrophic destruction of these nigh eternal beings was being siphoned to the scales of the Ouroboros.

Of all his bloodlines, only these serpents would be able to bear the weight of carrying all of this destruction on their scales, and he could only encourage them to hold on for as long as possible, so he could wipe out the plague that had afflicted Existence for so long.

Eos grabbed the diminished form of Primordial Chaos with his remaining hand.

"You want to be undefined? To be eternal chaos on an Existence that craved the emergence of order and peace," he snarled. "Fine. I’ll define you as mine. It should be a fitting end for someone like you."

He shoved Primordial Chaos into his chest, in the Maw That Crafts. And there, in the furnace of his being, he shaped it using his Will of Truth that had reached the Fourth Layer.

He did not consume Eldrithor; the Ancient Primordials were too foul for something like that, but many forget that one of his greatest talents was that he was a Maker, and Primordial Chaos was being forged in the heat of Eos’s being.

Eldrithor screamed as he was forced into form after form. First a sword, then a universe, then a thought, then a god, then a child’s drawing, then a mathematical equation, then a song, then a death, then a birth—then— 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The Ancient Primordial had broken through the shockwaves of the clash when they saw the remnant of the clash, and they halted, shock filling their bodies.

"I am possibility," it whispered. "I am maybe. I am choice. And through you, my Maker and Creator, I am real."

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