The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1533

Seed frowned in contemplation, even as his vast mental powers began sweeping through the Land of Miracle. No matter how fast Romion moved, he could not have escaped from the Primordial Domain when that unknown spell had held Seed back.

This child had shown time and time again that he could achieve the impossible, but even that sort of impossibility should have a limit, unless…

Cries of anguish and anger arose from the Eldar Branch in the distance as the clash swept through it, leaving untold devastation. They were so piercing that Seed frowned, distracting him from his search.

Seed cursed in anger, countless years sheltering these insects in the domain of Life had left their mental state weak, most of them here did not see the battles that ended the Primordial Era, or the devastation that followed, they were not used to life ending so abruptly and randomly that such an event could bring forth such shock and horror.

If Seed had not been so focused on locating Rowan, he would have been savoring this moment. It was a hard thing to live beside such weakness for so long.

He knew several prominent voices buzzed around him like mosquitoes. Still, Seed was not focused on them, and he was a bit amazed that they had been able to organize themselves and gather in this location so quickly, knowing how sluggish they moved during times of crises.

His thoughts were a bit distracted when he felt a slight sting in his chest, and Seed looked down to see that a blade made from silver flame had been rammed against his chest.

Seed blinked. The blade had barely managed to penetrate his skin, and the cut was less than a single inch. A part of him was hoping that the power behind the blade could increase so it could pierce his chest more deeply, for him to feel pain. What he was experiencing now was just a slight itch, and it was distracting. Seed would have preferred pain over irritation.

Tracing the blade with his eyes back to the hands of the wielder, he was confronted by the enraged gaze of one of the Eldarah, Mulsef, the Old One with the physique of a child, and if he was not so distracted he would be happy that this insect had been able to rise above his baser instincts and attack him with the intent to kill, but the words from the mouth of Mulsef only added to the irritation he was feeling from the itch from the blade that was still digging into his chest,

"Crazy bastard. Does your madness have no limits? What have you done? What disaster have you brought upon our land? Do you know how many died in—"

Irritated, Seed grabbed the head of Mulsef, his hand covering the entire head of the Old One, and only his eyes could be seen between the gaps of Seed's fingers, and Seed slowly began to squeeze. This action was almost automatic; his mind was still focused on Rowan, and Mulsef had just been in the range of his hand.