The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1534

Mulsef was a powerful Old One, and his struggles within Seed's grasp were great, but futile. An Old One was a being who walked on many dimensions simultaneously, but everything he was had been brought to nothing in the palm of Seed.

Initially, his physical form was just a shell that he could discard if the choice demanded it, and his current humiliating position surely demanded such a choice, but he could not escape.

When Seed grabbed his head, a sealing power covered the entirety of his existence, and no matter how he tried to pull his soul away from the hand of this monster, it was useless. His Memory, Fate, and Destiny had all been compressed into the space between Seed fingers. Mulsef almost went crazy when he contemplated that such a terrifying technique was possible, and it was in the hands of this monster. Why did he bring himself into this situation? Mulsef lamented.

A million techniques roared through his Mental Space as he discovered to his horror that his Will had been locked down, even the clones he created in secrets and his imprints in the memories of his descendants and disciples were all gone, wiped in an instant, it was as if he had been reduced from a giant into a helpless insect, and it did not help that the pain that Mulsef was feeling from his skull being crushed was a hundred times more piercing than it should be, rendering the act of thinking to become something of a chore.

The Old One did not scream in pain, even if he wanted, the flesh of Seed's hand, which had long crushed his nose and mouth into a paste, denied him that release.

His eyes had nearly burst out of his head from the increasing pressure in his skull, and they had become swollen as they were filled with blood and brain matter.

The only act of defiance available to him was to stab Seed's chest helplessly over and over again, his bodily instincts of preservation acting out. Apart from sparks flying out from their contact with his foe, he could as well be massaging the chest of this monster, who was not even looking at him but peering into the distance.

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Seed's eyes lit up as he finally discovered the hint of discrepancy troubling him, and he was not happy with his conclusion.

He had been so distraught at everything happening around Romion that he failed to consider that this child seemed to be able to see the True Intent of Primordial Life!

From pushing him backward so that the blast from that Intent would send his body flying and carefully watching the sky before he struck with that strange spell, Romion could easily trace the path of the Primordial's power and make sure he was not anywhere near it; such a thing was not natural.

Although this ability might seem inconsequential at the surface compared to the many mysteries surrounding this child, Seed knew that of every Old One here, including the Eldarah, he was the only one who could see the True Intent of Primordial Life. Not even Elura could boast of this feat. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

How was this possible? What did he miss?

And as suddenly as a thunder strike the answer came to him and Seed cursed with anger, and was not even aware that he had squeezed the skull of Mulsef too hard and his intention to torture transformed to an execution as the headless body of Mulsef fell to his knees, his small arms still stabbing mechanically even in death.

Seed looked at this twitching body in irritation and kicked it away, and what was left of Mulsef exploded into gory bits and pieces.