The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165: Falling Short

Inside this den of madness, those with weapons used them, but mostly it was down to their fists, nails, teeth... no thoughts were placed in their defense, as the lucky ones were pushed from the top of the mountain, and as they fell they screamed not out of fear but hatred as they foamed at the mouth and chomped at the air, up till the moment they splattered into wet pieces at the ground miles below.

The sounds of millions of people tearing themselves apart were a hellish symphony that could drive anyone to madness.

As the world around him ended, the king could only watch in horror and mostly profound sadness, so much so that it was enough to break him out of the cycle of hatred, because he recognized his hands in all of this, and he knew that horror that this event would unlock in the future, he was watching the beginning of the end.

The King suddenly feeling the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders, fell to his knees, his crown rolling away from his head, and lost under the heaps of bodies that were previously his guards, as efficient killers, even in madness they had dealt with themselves swiftly.

Overwhelmed by everything he cried out, "What have you done?... Shisu, you fool, what have you done?!!"

Drawn by his voice, from behind the king, his wife fell upon him, using her teeth and nails to savage him like a wild animal, but the king was muscular and she had a small stature, and even on his knees, she could barely tear through his flesh, however in her madness, she did not stop, only becoming more wild, and before long she was covered with his blood and chunks of his flesh.

The King did not fight back, his eyes fixed on his kingdom which was beginning to turn red as everything became covered with broken bodies, even the animals were not spared this carnage. Blood flowed like an ocean, and the mad cries of millions of people tearing themselves apart reached the heavens, making it quiver.

Even Shisu himself, the architect of this madness, shuddered when he saw the enormity of the slaughter he had caused. He had imagined this scene countless times in the past, how it would sound, how it could feel, even how the very air he would be breathing would taste. Everything was done with an obsessive mind for detail, and still, it all fell short.

Nothing came close. No sane mind could ever truly know how such a thing would happen in precise detail, even his immortal mind fell short.

There came a brief moment in his heart when he felt a bit of disquietness when he doubted this path he was about to set upon, but it soon quickly passed, and a crazed laughter took its place, as he was the only one who could see the grand design behind the madness.

He turned to the sound of weak moaning and groans behind him and he saw the king on his knees, bloody tears pouring down his eyes as he weakly groaned while he was being savaged by his wife, yet he was praying to their ancestors, begging them for forgiveness, knowing that he had a great part in this ongoing horror.

The eyes of the king were glazed as if he were deep into his memory.

The news that to prime this weapon involves the sacrifice of people, which were to be used as incubators was shocking but he felt thousands of soldiers died every month to barely protect his people, it would be a small price to pay for victory. Ignoring the fact that Shisu had not made this a requirement when he had first proposed the weapon. The King wanted his glory so badly he had chosen to ignore this discrepancy. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}