The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1583

Chapter 1583: Baits

Shumiel could immediately spot the 827 Celestial Creator in this chamber, even though the distance separating them was thousands of light years.

There were always 999 Celestial Creators, but the ones not in attendance were tied up in places they could not easily leave, or they were dead, and soon, a new Celestial Creator would be taking their place.

He looked at his fellow Celestial Creators, whose benefits may be hampered by Nariel’s actions, and invisible bursts of communication passed among them.

Each Celestial Creator resembled a humanoid being woven from the essence of stars and light. Their towering, ethereal figures were like a constellation of living starlight. In their center was the Adjudicator, who still wore the body of a mortal man, and in comparison to their sizes, he was as diminutive as an atom.

But it was his presence that radiated the most power here, an eerie indicator that even when the Adjudicator had suppressed his might into a small body, he still had enough power to rival every Celestial Creator here.

Due to their powers and genius, it was easy for Celestial Creators to become arrogant. Every Celestial Creator was special and stood at the top of creation, but in moments like these, when the true power behind all of existence slowly revealed itself, Shumiel understood how small they all were.

It brought back visions that still haunted him from the end of the Primordial Era, when the Primordials chose to calmly erase all their opposition, making the war that stretched for more than ten thousand Minor Eras seem ridiculously childish.

A seed of doubt had been planted in his heart ever since. Why would the Primordials allow so much death and suffering when they could wipe the board so easily and create a new Major Era?

Nariel wanted to continue his pitch to the Adjudicator, but he raised his arm. The Celestial Creator went silent, not daring to speak until permitted. The meeting hall was quiet for a while, and then they all heard a faint beating of wings.

As one, they all turned to the distance, where an Archangel was flying towards them. To their perception, this Angel was crawling like an ant stuck inside the mud. Still, he was already traveling at many times the speed of light, reaching and faintly exceeding the limit of speed that was allocated to the level of Archangels.

The Adjudicator turned towards this new addition, and countless thoughts went through the minds of the Celestial Creators as they wondered what sort of information would warrant a gathering of such a level being placed on hold because of the incoming presence of a mere Archangel.

It did not take the Archangel long to reach this place, and Shumiel nodded internally, appreciating his bravery and inner strength.

This Archangel did not collapse into madness, and his soul did not extinguish at their presence. He wondered which Legion was able to produce such a valiant Angel, and then he frowned when he finally detected the light in the center of this Angel and found out that it belonged to him.

Shumiel nearly jumped to his feet in shock as he hastily sent messages to the Seraphim, leading his Legion to demand answers. He dared not cause a scene in this gathering before he understood what was happening.

Several Celestial Creators who had now read the light of this Archangel were beginning to peer at him, but Shumiel rejected all their request to communicate as he hastily demanded answers from his subordinates.

Meanwhile, the Archangel folded his wings behind him and bowed towards the Adjudicator, presenting a glowing crystal gem. It was easily recognizable as a standard information crystal, but one that had been slightly modified to hold more data, and its makeup was unaltered.

“Interesting,” the Adjudicator whispered and sucked the gem towards him as he regarded this Archangel, “There is something different about you.”

The Archangel looked up and directly stared into the eyes of the Adjudicator, drawing a look of surprise and shock from every Celestial Creator at not just the boldness of his actions but the fact that his soul was strong enough to look directly at the Adjudicator.

“You are not just an Archangel,” the Adjudicator said with finality, “what are you?”