The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1623

Chapter 1623: The Titan’s Ship

EIGHTY YEARS AFTER THE BIRTH OF NEW LIGHT. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

A massive dimensional ship stretching for millions of miles traversed through the void of the Great Darkness, heading towards a distant sixth-dimensional realm.

A dimensional ship of this size could hold billions, but within this ship were only a hundred, and these hundred were Titans. Ancient Titans that once walked among Reality were exterminated during the Primordial War, but a hundred sleeping Titans dwelt in this ship.

This dimensional ship resembled a colossal cathedral, with a sleek, angular hull adorned with arcane runes that glowed as it cut its way through space and time.

The arcane runes caused the ship to appear as if it was fading in and out of Reality, but that was due to the dimensionally forged alloy that plated the ship, which was capable of withstanding dimensional rifts and cosmic forces.

The sleeping Titans were in reinforced docking cradles to protect and isolate them from Reality because the Great Darkness was no longer a safe place. If these measures were not taken, it was very likely that these Titans would not reach their destination.

All hundred Titans were eighth-dimensional entities, Old Ones of unfathomable power, but in the current state of Reality, they could not be assured of safety if proper care was not taken.

In the core of the ship was its spirit, an intelligence nurtured for billions of years to pilot all the Titans’ dimensional ships, more than a hundred of which were under its control.

In the last decade alone, a dozen of these ships have been lost, and every loss was a crushing blow to the Titan’s dominion, because they were nearly irreplaceable.

Reality was changing, with new and powerful resources being born out of relatively thin air, but not quickly enough to satisfy the endless appetite to produce a single dimensional ship. Hence, resources had to be carefully managed.

The ship’s intelligence was surveilling the darkness until it detected suspicious activities ahead. After some quick analysis, it was determined that they had been detected.

Readying itself for battle, it sent a quick burst of data to the ship’s captain, the Divine Titan, Ximos.

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Ximos was inside his mental space, dreaming of battle.

He was born in an endless war, moulded by it, from the moment he opened his eyes and drew his first breath, slaughter had been his closest companion.

His Destiny shivered, and he knew the call of the ship was coming many moments before it happened, and so he pulled out of the slaughter inside his mental space, expecting something much more real, and maybe more disappointing.

Not everyone had eight Major Eras to perfect the act of combat, and although Reality was changing fast, and its inhabitants growing more dangerous, there were few things that could beat out the experience that was gained through time.

Ximos’s eyes opened, and in them was nothing but darkness. The orbs of his eyes were blacker than night because he was born in the depths of the Abyss before the Primordials stole it from them.

Armor made from refined Archon Magic pulsed and groaned around his massive sixteen-kilometer body as he undocked from his cradle.

For a being of his size, Ximos moved with supernatural agility. His body did not seem bound by gravity or any external forces. He appeared humanoid, but with his eight arms and broad batlike wings folded behind him, Ximos was a True Titan born from the blood of Xanthul, the Torch Dragon.

Connecting his mind to the ship, he boosted his perception to the limit, and like a blooming flower, his mind escaped from the boundaries of the ship, crossing time and space, and saw the source of the disturbance.

There was a battle fortress ahead of them that had not existed when the space ahead had been scanned, a few Dimensional Cycles ago.

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