The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2167

Chapter 2167: I Am The Master of Transformation

THE HOLLOW.

With the death of two Ancient Primordials in such a drastic manner, the silence that followed Eos’s words was like the silence of Existence itself holding its breath, watching to see what would emerge from the wreckage of everything it had known.

Dying was what everything else did, not the Ancient Primordials. They were here from the beginning, and they would remain when everything ended... How could they fall here? How could they be killed... by him?!

A howl as if emerging from a dying animal emerged from Xyris, the Ancient Primordial of Time as he moved forward and backward at the same time.

His Primordial body stretched until it became a serpentine horror of rusting brass and shattered glass that coiled into itself like a serpent.

The hourglasses embedded in his flesh that had always been hidden because it was a direct window to his core began to spin backward as he attempted to reverse time around Eos, to undo the transformations and unmake the deaths the deaths that had just occurred.

Xyris, in an act of sacrifice that was alien to the minds of most Ancient Primordial, here attempted to pull Memory and Chaos back from the abyss they had fallen into.

Eos watched him with the thousand eyes that now bloomed across his crown, each one a window into a different truth.

Of all the Ancient Primordials, Xyris had always seemed special to him because he was the one who held on to his sanity the most, even if holding on brought him nothing but pain and madness.

Eos knew of the mental anguish that the Incarnation of Xyris had endured inside Eosah’s Reality, and now he saw that the roots of that anguish was not fake like many things he had been shown, but Eos did not feel any pity for this creature, instead there was more of anger at the cowardice of the Primordial.

At this moment, he knew that Xyris was not attempting to bring back his brothers because he cared for their lives; he was only doing this because the loss of his siblings hurt him personally.

In a manner, he saw his siblings as his property, and trying to get them back was a selfish instinct to always keep close the things that he was familiar with.

Xyris did not care if all of Existence burned, as long as his brothers were with him, then he was satisfied.

"You think time can undo what I have made?" Eos’s voice was no longer a voice, but everyone here could hear him. Even though the sound that came out of his lips was the sound of reality being rewritten, each word a new law imposed on existence. "Time is a river, Xyris. I have become the ocean. You cannot turn back what flows into me."

He reached out with his new arm, the arm that existed and did not exist.

Inside Eosah’s Reality, he had hidden what he was becoming, and now his true body no longer hides its nature, and his arm that was a question that Existence could not answer grasped at the screaming Primordial who was attempting to reverse time around his body.

Xyris’s form, which should have been untouchable, as it existed in every moment simultaneously, and could slip between seconds like a fish between stones, was held by Eos, bypassing all of his Primordial defenses.

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