Seed chuckled, "You will let me fight Romion? Ah, why do you believe he would lose against Demon? Look at the state of Reality and the things he has achieved, and still the arrogance of the Primordials does not waver."
Primordial Life shook his head and smiled sarcastically, "Will you lose against him? The man who killed your daughter and used her body as a receptacle to enter Reality."
Seed sneered, but he did not reply. Some truths were not to be acknowledged because, with the power of the higher dimensional levels, acknowledging defeat or loss was already moulding your Fate and Destiny, and in battle, this was enough to tip the advantage to the side of your enemies.
Primordial Life nodded his head towards the fused universes ahead, "We as Primordials are beyond such notions as Fate and Destiny, and you should have to trust my words when I say them. Everything that has happened was only made possible because one of us allowed it to happen."
Seed knew that no matter how much he hated these words from Primordial Life, it was the truth. As impressive as the feats that Rowan was able to accomplish might be, it was only possible because, in some shape or form, the Primordials had allowed it to happen.
For a long time, Seed had reigned almost unchecked in the Land of Miracles, to the point where he refused the summons of Primordial Life. He had imposed his Will upon the Land of Miracles, and everyone feared his wrath, but all of this was a smokescreen, and no matter how high his ambition had reached, he was nothing in the end.
Seed spoke softly, "I know that this is what you will want me to think—the futility of our actions against the might of eternity. I have watched the other Primes break their Thrones in this manner. But do you think I am such trash?! Do your worst, Primordial Life. I shall not face him on your behalf."
"Then you are useless to me."
With a flick of his fingers, Seed was vaporized, and Primordial Life sucked the fused universes into his palm, leaving an empty void in front of him. He waved his hand, and a massive plain appeared filled with trees and green grasses, and a bright sun hanging overhead.
Settling down in the middle of the plain, Primordial Life gestured, and eight flat stones grew out of the ground in a circle. In the center of the circle, a shallow pit filled with burning wood appeared.
Sitting on one of the stones, Primordial Life closed his eyes and waited. He sat here for an entire month before a presence appeared beside him and took their seat on one of the eight stones.
Primordial Life did not open his eyes to acknowledge that presence, and the new presence did not acknowledge him either. It was unknown how much time had passed, but four new presences had arrived and taken their place around the fire.
Finally, Primordial Life opened his eyes and looked around at the five Primordials sitting beside him. Then he looked at the fire pit, where a massive beating heart had appeared and was being roasted over the flame.
"Is that the heart of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpent?"
Primordial Light spoke out, wearing the shape of an eight-year-old boy with bright white hair and eyes that resembled two beams of white light. His face was expressionless, as if he were a marble statue of a child. He was breathing, but his chest did not rise; only the air rippled in front of him.
Primordial Life continued speaking, but his inward inhalation never ended, painting an extremely weird scene,
"Chaos, you have outdone yourself. Surely you did not need to bring such a massive boon to the gathering."
Primordial Chaos, now wearing the form of another of his Chaos Blood children who resembled an old man with fiery red hair, smiled, his mouth was toothless.
His black eyes were unblinking, with his pupils expanding and contracting as if his eyes were breathing. From the corner of his eyes, a dark fluid poured down that soaked his threadbare robe and fell to the ground where it disappeared.
Primordial Chaos answered, his voice sounding shrill and metallic like an insect,
"This is a gathering where we shall drop all pretenses and grievances for the moment, and deliberate on the pressing matters on the ground. The heart of the Ouroboros is my sincerity."
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