The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1539

Aerovah, Celestial Dimensional Sector

The storm that battered her dimension did not surprise Ghribba, the Silver Queen; it almost felt inevitable. She had been waiting for Reality to change; how could it not, after what she had experienced and the glimpse of that unknown figure that day?

After the apparent destruction and revival of her realm, coupled with the deaths and also the revival of her spawns, which she soon killed so she could wrap her mind around this madness, where death and life seemed to be the same.

Since that moment, Ghribba has existed in a sort of fog. She had sought answers from the Celestials, but none of them could give her any, and so she was left tormented by her children's final cries.

The decision to kill her children weighed heavily on her, and after years of deliberation, she felt that she was stuck in a cycle, on one hand, she had killed her children because she did not believe that a soul that had been thoroughly eradicated could return to life without any severe price attached to it and on the other hand, her dimension that were filled with trillions of lives were still thriving despite their eradication and revival by that unknown power.

Now she could hardly hear the voices of the inhabitants of her realm without feeling a bit of something inside her perish.

Her fears now seemed foolish; she had killed her children when they should have prospered, and in many nights, there were moments when fits of madness nearly overtook her mind, and she almost hurled destruction on her realm, slaughtering every single living being inside of it. If her spawns were dead, why were they all alive? Why were they happy?

They were lower beings; they had not touched the higher dimensions, and death should be their final sentence. Why were they alive?!

Over time, these spells of madness were growing, and she saw herself silencing their voices, which seemed to grow in volume every day. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

Ghribba knew that it would not be long before she decided to wipe out everyone inside her domain. It could be today or a million years from now, but that day would arrive. As an Old One, Ghribba had long become accustomed to following her heart's desires, and she could not stand that her children had perished in her hands while the inhabitants of her realm still thrived. It was a living insult to her judgment.

The arrival of the storm changed all of that.

When this unexpected storm came, it brought glorious devastation to her domain.

Tens of Millions perished under powerful winds hurling moons like tiny debris into the earth. Lightning bolts so powerful they fried fourth-dimensional immortals to ash, and rain so strong it dissolved thousands of worlds under its deluge.