Upon bringing out this shard, the gathering fell into a deep silence as they all focused their senses on what Primordial Time was holding, and then with a solemn look on all their faces, they sat back, the air of menace around them subsiding, a subtle agreement passing between them that Primordial Time was welcomed.
Primordial Time looked around, his cube-shaped eyes glinting from the firelight, and then he tossed the soul shard into the flame, but before it could reach it, he made a gesture, and the shard paused mid-air,
"Before I sacrifice this shard, the binding Agreement over my domain must be broken."
All the heads of the Primordials eerily turned towards Primordial Time as the aura of menace that had vanished returned, and within that aura was one of intense hunger, as all the Primordials began speaking, their voices were combined as if they were a singular entity.
"Time, the only reason for your continual existence, is only to serve as the foundation for this Reality. You were the first to break the balance. You took more than a single concept to the ninth-dimensional level and imposed an unfair advantage by pursuing the future. Your continual existence is still in the balance, do not push your luck pass what we are able to endure, or we shall feast on your dominion for the next ten thousand era."
Primordial Time gritted his teeth in anger, a thousand words to refute the claims of the rest of the Primordials dying in his heart. As always, he would have to endure; history had always been written by the victorious.
Letting go of the soul shard, the pale crystal zoomed towards the flame, where it hovered in the center of the gathered body parts.
Primordial Light glanced towards Primordial Time, a brief burst of great hunger radiating from his eyes before he reined himself in, and he gestured towards Primordial Life,
"Everything is set, call forth her shade and let us make a new Agreement with our dear sister. Her interference in this matter can no longer be endured."
Primordial Life nodded, "Leave it to me, although locked behind oblivion, her soul shard should be enough to call her attention, and I can mould a flesh urn that is strong enough to hold her consciousness for a while, but that is all I can do. If she refuses to answer our summons, then I will have to depend on you all to drag her into the light."
"It does not matter if she agrees or not," Primordial Light said softly. I am willing to use the strength of half of my dominion to pull her out."
Primordial Time snickered, whispering to himself, but everyone here heard him,
"Except you are willing to pull from your main core, where else can you get any more strength when your dominion has been compromised?"
Primordial Light smiled, "You forget that I still hold most of your body, including your Throne. How much essence do you think I can squeeze out of it?" ππβ―π¦ππ¦π£πππππ.πβ΄π
Primordial Life stood up, and a heavy aura radiated from his body. "Enough of this. We have all paid our dues, and this argument serves nothing but to delay the inevitable."
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