The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1540

Swallowing her irritation at the audacity of the Angel, Ghribba nodded at the Sovereign. As much as she wanted to tear off his wings and beat the Angel to death with them, there were countless more powerful Celestials behind him, and Ghribba would not live for long if the words of her actions reached them without giving a credible reason.

The Sovereign smiled and announced grandly, his voice was so loud that despite the storm in Aerovah, many immortals could hear him.

"The storm in your realm is weak, Silver Queen, a mere nuisance to what ravages the Celestial Realm, yet all our storms have been quelled. Why have you allowed it to remain after all this time? Do not forget that many Celestial interests are tied within your realm, and it is your duty to protect that investment. Your personal loss is not an end to your duty."

The Silver Queen swallowed her anger and did not bother explaining her position to the Sovereign. Despite this being her realm, even as an Old One, she had to depend on the Celestial Realm for the resources she needed to maintain her position and grow stronger.

This level of disrespect was barely at the limits of what was considered tolerable from a lower life form like this. If the Sovereign went above this, she could kill him without much interference from the Celestials, but with the cunning look in the eyes of that Angel, Ghribba knew he understood his limits and would not cross them.

Turning back to the storm, Ghribba's perception went ahead of her and wrapped around Aerovah, and as her mind touched the storm, she located its eye and set to shatter it when something within the storm changed.

Ghribba did not understand the transformation she had sensed; all she knew was that at that moment, the storm she was holding had transformed from a force of nature into an ocean of power.

A power that was so great it burned her perception to ash and made her body freeze in place, as countless tremors ran through her body and she nearly abandoned her humanoid form to transform into the great aquatic body that was her real self.

'Wha–what is this?'

Her perception may have been fried to ash, but the moment it touched the storm, a wave of incredible power filled her to the brim—so much power that it almost felt as if her body was about to burst.

Ghribba's connection to her realm was going wild, as the feedback of the power it was sensing had broken past all the thresholds she had set in place.

The power that filled her body began to settle into her core, and as they moved deeper, they brought a wave of nourishment that Ghribba had not experienced for millions of years.

This was not just power; this was potential, evolution, and a life force that was so grand that she had barely tasted a diluted essence of it when she slaved away for the Celestials for billions of years, and now this storm that surrounded her dimension was filled with it.

Ghribba was an Old One, and as much as this was shocking to her, it did not stop her mind from racing through countless possibilities at the great opportunity that had just arrived at her door.

"Why are you not quelling the storm, Ghribba, are you going against a direct order from the City of Light?!"

Ignoring the Sovereign, Ghribba tentatively touched the storm with her perception and shivered as power began to pour into her body in seemingly unending torrents. She could not help but laugh out loud when a small chuckle escaped her lips and soon broke out into a full-blown maniacal laughter.

"Ghribba, follow the orders given by the City of Light or you shall suffer the consequences of this action!"

Snapping her fingers, the Sovereign, who was millions of miles away, was forcefully teleported from his position to stand before her.