The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1760

Chapter 1760: Making A Team

The argument between these two continued for a while, even when they crossed half of this strange dimension, and the Elythrii listened in awe and fear.

The battle of words between these two was immense, ancient, and far beyond Lyra’s and the Elythrii’s comprehension, yet it was fought with the familiarity of two beings who had known each other for eons.

It was their hidden clash, laid bare against the surreal backdrop of the Shattered Mirror, and Lyra suspected that in the center of this argument was a single person, a hidden creator.

Before the debate could escalate further, the ground beneath them shuddered, not from the ceaseless Echo of the Arena but from a localized impact. Something huge had landed ahead of them, behind a ridge of sharp black glass.

Vraegar froze, his head cocked. ” Titan Scavengers. Drawn by the call of the Arena. They seek to feed on the spilled power of this wounded dimension.”

Fury cracked his knuckles, which sounded like splitting granite. “Oh, good. I was getting bored with philosophical debate. Let’s go break something.”

He and Vraegar moved forward as one, a sudden and terrifyingly coordinated unit. The argument was forgotten in the face of a common, immediate threat. The Elythrii followed, their own weapons ready; this may be their first major combat in this realm.

Peering over the ridge, they saw the Titan scavengers. They were unlike any race Lyra had ever seen or heard of. They were massive, six-legged beasts with chitinous plates the color of a deep bruise. They had no heads, but a single, massive, bloodshot eye set in the center of their torsos. They were tearing at the landscape itself, breaking off shards of the black glass with powerful mandibles and swallowing them, seemingly feeding on the concentrated dissonance of the place. There were three of them.

“Reality-eaters,” Vraegar identified, his voice thick with distaste. “Vermin, they take everything, shrinking Reality with their hunger. Their kind was exterminated in the Primordial Era, but with the destruction of the Great Desert, all kinds of horrors now walk the realm once more.”

“My turn,” Fury said, a wild grin spreading across his face. He leaped from the ridge.

He didn’t fall. He flew, propelled by a jet of fire that erupted from his boots. He shot towards the nearest beast, his body transforming mid-air. His skin cracked like cooling magma, revealing the furious orange glow beneath. He became less a man and more a comet of contained fury.

All the phoenixes that usually surrounded his body were sucked into his core, where they generated nine-colored flames that pulsed through his soul, radiating outwards from his flesh like stars.

He slammed fist-first into the creature’s eye. There was a wet, sizzling pop, and the beast let out a guttural shriek that was pure psychic pain. It flailed blindly as Fury clung to it, his hands sinking into its flesh, which began to smoke and burn from the inside out. The smell was horrific.

Vraegar did not move to help. He simply watched. “Brutal. But effective.”

The other two beasts turned from their feeding, their massive eyes focusing on the burning thing that was killing their kin. They charged.

Lyra didn’t hesitate. “Elythrii! Harmonic Strike! On the left one!” 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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