The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1586

Chapter 1586: Eldrithor, The Whispering Abyss

Primordial Chaos’s roar of shock and anger was covered by the sounds of Bahamut’s maws repeatedly closing down on his prey. The maws rapidly savaged the Primordial’s body, causing his flesh and light to shatter into pieces, which were swallowed by the Primordial Beast.

With the hate in he heart of Bahamut, only by totally consuming Primordial Chaos could he gain a measure of peace.

Half of the body of Primordial Chaos from the waist down was already inside the mouth of Bahamut.

A thousand tongues, like chains, were wrapped around him that dug into his flesh until they touched the bone, as the Primordial Beast struggled to swallow him, and Bahamut chewed down on his prey with enough force to render all of creation to dust.

Even as he struggled in the mouth of the beast, the red eyes of Primordial Chaos never left Rowan. In them was pure rage; beneath all of that rage was curiosity.

"You think this can hold me back for long, little insect?

The rage was from the audacity of Rowan’s actions, and the curiosity was because what Rowan had shown this Primordial was new and unexpected, and no matter how angry Primordial Chaos was, it could not block his interest.

"I have told you that your existence is by my grace."

The body of Primordial Chaos flashed, and from his wounds, the flesh and blood transformed into massive spikes in their bullions, each with the power of Source-level treasures.

With an unimaginable force, they tore through the mouth of Bahamut and exploded out of his skull. The head of the Primordial Beast was virtually vaporized, as a massive shockwave traveled down his spine, leaving enormous wounds that bled with the corruption of Chaos, and the cries of pain from Bahamut were rapidly silenced.

The destruction of the Primordial Beast’s flesh did not end there. The corruption of Chaos was incredibly virulent, and it spread across the rest of Bahamut’s flesh, transforming it into a red ooze that caused time and space to collapse. It made regeneration impossible, and the wounds inflicted by Primordial Chaos could not be healed by any known means.

Primordial Chaos was left with half his body, paying a terrible price for the few moments he was trapped in the jaws of the beast.

He turned towards Rowan in pursuit, the light of greed and anger shining in his eyes, but Bahamut was not done.

The destruction of the flesh could not end the willpower of a ninth-dimensional being. Even if he could no longer heal that part of his body, it was only because Primordial Chaos had to sacrifice half his flesh to render the body of Bahamut to nothing.

Space shuddered and creation quaked as two massive shadows emerged from both sides of Primordial Chaos, who had barely regrown his limbs.

From the shadows, Bahamut leaped out of it, renewed, and there was no longer just a single Primordial Beast, another exact copy of Bahamut also emerged from the shadows.

In the distance, Rowan immediately sensed that the air of power around the Primordial Beast had more than doubled. It seemed that having another copy of himself had not diluted his power; instead, it was increasing

Two Primordial Beasts had more than tripled the weight of his existence, and Rowan was sure it would not take long before this presence would ripple into Reality. However, Bahamut no longer cared to hide.

Primordial Chaos growled, "Damned beast, if you wish for your end even when salvation knocks on your door, then I shall open the floodgates of my wrath."

"Eldrithor, The Whispering Abyss, I know your true name as the stars of our magic have called it out to me. Do you think I would forget? Did you think I would let you escape from me again?"