The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1666

Chapter 1666: Fray At The Edge

The battle began like the numerous battles witnessed by Kacius Black. Because he was to be responsible for healing, he was placed at the back of the army, and from here, he could watch the battle proceed.

His unit commander, a seventh-dimensional magus named Clesplain Ayo, was an old foggy who never left the library. The amount of information in his head never failed to astound Kacius. It was a testament to the endless years that he had laid down in search for knowledge.

All of these, while Kacius had not been stupid enough to observe the army arrayed in front of them.

There was so much power in front of him that he did not dare to open his perception to it, even as a sixth-dimensional immortal, such a thing would instantly kill him. He was not worried that he would miss the battle; each division had a Spectral Mirror crafted by an Old One that would reduce the higher-dimensional emanations from the formations and the ongoing battle, so that auxiliary units could properly follow the battle and render aid when needed.

In his formation alone, Kacius counted a million mages, with twenty percent of them being in the higher dimensional level, and the rest were a single breakthrough away from it.

There were countless formations like this spread into the distance from millions of races that Kacius’s consciousness could detect, and undoubtedly, there were many more that he could not. There would also be countless Spectral mirrors in all of these formations.

It was through this Spectral Mirror that Kacius was able to follow the battle, and the voice of his unit commander, Clesplain, was never far.

"What you see today may define you all for the rest of your lives, even my own too." The voice of the unit commander pierced through the formation of Magus healers. "We don’t know what will happen in the future, but one thing is certain: we will be needed. When it begins, hold fast to your positions, and proceed with your task with swiftness and discipline."

Waving his staff, the unit commander activated the massive circular spectral mirror, and Kacius was able to finally see the magnitude of the forces arrayed against the Great Desert.

A profound silence gripped the one million mages who were looking at the mirror as the unit commander whispered in horror and awe,

"Our eyes were not meant to see something like this."

Kacius had to agree. How else was it possible to see such magnificence and think any mortal or immortal eyes were supposed to see it?

The army that stands before the endless desert defied all laws of form or number. At least that was what Kacius’ perception was telling him.

They were truly endless, not just in form, but also in kind. Kacius could glimpse the endless number of races that were here on this field.

Rank upon rank of immortal soldiers shimmer in and out of perception, even the Spectral Mirror seemed unable to entirely catch their form, as their bodies seemed to be flickering between dimensions.

Kacius believed that this must be the effect created by the Spectral Mirror as it attempted to dumb down the sights of the higher dimensions to a lower level.

He thought he saw an army clad in jagged armor of blackened void-stuff in the front row, and it was the voice of the commander that dispersed his confusion.

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