The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1754

Chapter 1754: Assembly of Great Power (1)

The air in the Great Abyss did not move so much as it pulsed, a slow, rhythmic exhalation of pure, undiluted potential that was the closest thing to breath in that place beyond places.

It was the heartbeat of the void, a sound felt in the marrow of beings rather than heard by any auditory organ. And today, that pulse was quickening, a drumbeat summoning all of creation to witness an event of cataclysmic finality: the battle of two beings whose powers were said to be equal to that of the Primordials.

For a while now, this pulse had been growing, but the strength of it had abruptly heightened on this day, screaming into the mind of all consciousness in Reality.

The arena where this battle was to take place did not appear to be built; it almost felt

As if it was grown.

Appearing like a negative space carved from the starless, eternal dark of the Abyss, a bowl of impossible scale whose edges bled into the non-space of the endless void.

Its floor was a mosaic of dead dimensions, continents of shattered worlds fused together, their geography a schizophrenic tapestry of frozen magma flows, crystalline forests, and plains of black glass that reflected nothing.

The builders of this place had long exceeded their capabilities, and in the end, their bodies became simply vessels, and it was the Primordials that built this place using them as puppets.

Most of the builders, the Infernal Architects, perished in this endeavor, and those that remained had gone mad, their bodies and souls taken past their limits, and every day, their entire being prayed for death, but due to the excessive primordial energies that had run through their bodies, they could not be killed.

It did not matter the number of times they were killed, as long as the ones killing them did not have the power to decipher primordial laws, the suffering Architects would return.

Their despairing screams were just a small portion of this arena’s Aura.

The walls soared upward, not of stone or metal, but of compressed time and forgotten histories, a shimmering, nebulous barrier that contained the concept of ’inside’ and ’outside’. To look upon it was to feel a profound existential vertigo, the understanding that this was not a location one traveled to, but a focal point upon which all of existence was now bending its attention.

And they came. Not in ships or through gates, not by flight or spell, though such methods were employed by the lesser powers from all over Reality, even from the lower realms. The truly mighty ones arrived, their presence altering the local physics of the Abyss merely by their acknowledgment of it. Old Ones... in their billions!

There had never been any gathering like this, in any Era, in any Reality, and for such to be happening here was beyond all expectations.

Staff, daughter of Telmus, stood on the peak of the Great Abyss and watched the procession of the universe.

First were the Titans. They did not breach the void so much as the void parted for them. Their forms were mountains given consciousness, galaxies distilled into bipedal shape. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Auran, the World-Forger, whose body was a constantly shifting range of living rock, volcanoes simmering on his shoulders, rivers of molten iron coursing through fissures in his chest. His footsteps, silent in the airless Abyss, nonetheless sent psychic shockwaves through the gathering crowd, a tremor of pure, geologic mass.

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