The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2168

Chapter 2168: Breaking The Chains of Memory

Eos’s actions in these last few moments had done more for upgrading and empowering Origin than all the Primordials combined in the last thousand Existences.

However, they could not be blamed; the only reason Eos could reach this point was that he had used lots of the tools of the enemy. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

His existence was always inevitable, and now that he was here, Origin itself rejoiced.

"I am duration," the seed whispered. "I am the space between heartbeats. I am the pause before the storm. And through you, Maker, I am eternal."

Eos closed his chest, and the silver seed joined the others, orbiting his core in patterns that were beginning to form something, a constellation, perhaps, or a cage, or a crown.

These changes happening inside him were both new and expected, but whatever will be... will be, Eos was ready for this final battle.

He had killed three of them now. Memory, Chaos, and Time.

Two Ancient Primordials and one who wore their skin, who had terrorized Existence for longer than any living thing inside Existence at this point could remember.

Three beings who had thought themselves eternal, untouchable, necessary.

And before the judgement of Eos, they had been wrong. They had believed that their might was supreme, and now, not even their memory was left.

Eos slowly rose up, his body was still healing, but his powers were increasing.

New understanding, insights and countless new transformations were happening inside him, and only a mind like his own could hold all of these changes without flinching and still ready himself for battle at the same time.

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Vorthas, Primordial Life, stood at the edge of the devastation, his verdant form flickering between states of existence. Life was always closest to death, and in these last few moments, death had descended so quickly upon them that he was still a bit stunned.

The forests of bone and screaming skin that composed his body were wilting, the blood-dripping fruits that hung from his branches shriveling as he watched his brothers fall.

He had always imagined that the final battle between the Ancient Primordials and Eos would be epic, the clash would shake all of Existence as the New Primordials and the denizens of the Temple of End, watch the Ancient Primordials take back their throne.

The event would be bloody, and maybe one or two of them would perish, but at the end, they would be the ones left standing, and all of Existence would be bowing at their feet.

This was how it was meant to be... this was their Destiny! Why... What is happening?

Vorthas had created the Necroflores, he had turned existence’s greatest gift into its cruelest curse, and he was one of the individuals who delighted in death above all, and yet, this Primordial... was trembling.

His body, which had always seemed so solid and real, was beginning to show cracks. Through them, something else could be seen that was not flesh or essence, but a void where something should have been.

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