The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2176

Chapter 2176: The Promise That Must Be Kept

The light of ten thousand Origin Realms, backed by the growing power of Existence, he was grasping against the weight of a hundred dead Existences.

It was a clash of creation against envy... Hope against hate.

"I made the Ancient Primordials to wipe everything from the board," Enoch said, and he grinned, exposing blackened fangs the size of Realities. "I filled them with hunger and rage and the desperate need to consume everything that was built. And when they failed, I came myself. Because I will not let you surpass me, I will not let you create what I could not, I will not let you win."

On one hand, the soul of Existence was multitasking, conducting a grueling fusion while fighting against the power of Enoch that was endlessly growing. It was inevitable that he was going to lose.

Enoch’s hand tightened, and the light of the soul of Existence dimmed as if it were being drowned in the weight of a hatred that had been accumulating for longer than Existence itself had existed.

"You want to know why I made myself into this form and allowed End to shape my path?" Enoch leaned closer, and the void where his face should have been pressed against the light of this soul like a lover seeking warmth.

"Because I would rather see everything burn than see anyone else hold what I held. I would rather be the destroyer of a thousand Existences than share a single moment of creation with something that is not me."

The soul of Existence was silent as he fought, his light pulsing weakly, and Enoch’s laughter was the only thing that surrounded him.

His light was beginning to fade because, at the moment, most of the strength he was fighting with came from the ten thousand Origin Realms, and he had barely fused with two percent of Existence.

He should not be fighting alone; his flesh should be here, and only together was there any hope of standing against Enoch, but the soul was alone, and his light was fading.

Enoch smiled at his dying struggles, "Please," he said, his words a promise. "Do not make me destroy you quickly. I have waited so long to feel something new. Something that has not been crushed and remade and crushed again. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I am going to savor your death."

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Eva had been fighting for what felt like years.

After Enoch had ripped his way out of the Blackened Scar, the armies of the Ancient Primordials went mad, and any hint of thought in their consciousness was gone, leaving only the desire to consume and destroy.

Their numbers were infinite, and they poured into the Origin Realms with the force of an unchecked flood, consuming everything in their path, even themselves.

This sort of madness was not one that could be understood or contained, and if not for the Incarnations of Eos, the entire Origin Realms would have been destroyed in a moment.

They were buried deep inside the endless horde of monsters, and although they were killing trillions, more of these creatures had swept past them and were pushing deeper into the Origin Realms.

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