The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1665

Chapter 1665: Field of Devastation

Events around him passed by, seemingly in a blur, and Kacius found himself at the threshold between the lower realms and the higher realms. In this corner was the Great Desert.

From a distance, it appeared out of nowhere, like a gigantic dimension made entirely of sand.

Kacius Black thought it resembled a beautiful brown pearl lightly kissed by the light of the morning sun. His division was not near the front of the army, so Kacius hurriedly created a Viewing Spell. In his consciousness, the image of the desert zoomed closer to him, and Kacius gasped in admiration.

The Great Desert stretches beyond the horizon in his sight, and although this spell should have allowed Kacius to view all of it at a glance, he recognized that the spatial structure of this desert was such that those within would not be able to find its end.

From outside the desert, at a high enough viewpoint, it was possible to see all of the Great Desert, but inside it, there was no way to see everything at a glance, for the inner world was nearly infinite.

However, this did not stop Kacius from falling into admiration for what he was seeing. The desert was like an ocean of scorched earth and shifting sand.

Endless dunes rise and fall like the frozen waves of a golden sea, sculpted by the whispering winds that carried the ghost of ancient storms. The air shimmered with heat, and the silence that covered the desert was vast, only broken by the faint hiss of sand sliding down the slopes or the distant howl of the wind that had encircled this desert for billions of years.

Kacius wondered how this place would look at night; he believed it would be even more beautiful under the starlight.

"Get your head out of your ass, Kacius, the battle would soon begin, and your pretty face would be battered beyond repair if you are still so close." The sweet voice of his sister shook him from the reverie imposed by the vision of the Great Desert.

A finger poked him repeatedly in his cheeks, and he looked at his sister’s beaming face in annoyance before rapidly looking down. He was unable to face her for long because she was now an Old One, and he would go insane if he looked at her thoroughly for more than a few seconds.

"Is my feet so exciting you are always peering down on it, brother? If you want, I can take off my shoes."

Kacius cursed under his breath in faint annoyance and shame, but he knew that Lila had a good heart and teasing him was a way for her to relieve her stress.

Lila was highly talented. He was her elder brother, and yet she was already an Old One. Her only problem was that she was something of a coward. With her character, she should not have been sent to a place of battle like this, but in this era, even an Old One had to follow the collective, or they would be wiped out.

Kacius bowed to her in a mocking manner, knowing she would appreciate his levity,

"You shield your feet and leave your face exposed, sister. It is pretty clear you like me looking at your feet."

"Oh," Kacius heard a smack, as if Lila had struck her head. I had forgotten to reverse the spell. There, it’s all done. Now you can look at my face."

Kacius did not fall for the bait. For the last three decades, his sister had made the same jokes about reversing the spell of concealment over her features, and he knew that until the day he died, she would never stop teasing him with it.

He was looking to solve a particularly difficult spell model, and he had run into the Magus Tower of his sister, and Kacius had not realized that she had become an Old One.

With familiarity born from millions of years of being her sibling, he had bypassed all her wards to reach her, calling out with excitement about the problem that had been stumping him for so long, when he saw one of the most horrific sights of his life.

His sister was no longer a being of flesh and blood, but something out of a nightmare. At first, he thought he was looking at a bleeding hand that was folded into itself, until the hand sort of unfurled, as if it were emerging from dimensions beyond his perception.

This creature was a twitching mass of elongated, boneless limbs, each tipped with too many joints and too many fingers. All of them twitched with an unnatural rhythm that left scars in the Aether, which was flowing around the creature in a storm.

The creature’s skin was translucent, stretched thin over pulsing veins that throbbed with a sickly phosphorescent glow. The light did not illuminate it; instead, it deepened the shadow around it.

Where a face should have been, there was only a gaping void, and from that void came an indescribable voice that droned nails of pain into Kacius’s mind.

Suddenly, the creature moved, and its motion was simply wrong. It did not walk but flickered, and the sound it was making kept growing more horrifying. If Kacius could move, he would tear through his face, shredding his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth so he could not hear, see, smell, or taste this abomination that was coming close to him.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify