The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1765

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Chapter 1765: The Arrival of Time

On the ledge, Fury let out a low whistle. "Well, well. What have we here? Something new under the suns. I didn’t see that coming."

Vraegar was silent. The shock he was experiencing was apparent from his scales, which were shivering and emitting hissing noises. His massive head tilted. "Impossible. The Primordial spheres are fixed. They are the foundation. They cannot be added to."

"Looks like she didn’t get the memo," Fury said, his eyes alight with fascination. "Imagination. Hah! No wonder she’s new. It’s the one force that can truly make something from nothing. The others just rearrange the pieces. She... invents new pieces."

Ghribba the Silver Queen shook her head; her eyes were wild, and the madness that had been carefully veiled had been fully revealed.

"No, this is an abomination. A paradox. The foundational forces are fixed. They are the axioms of existence. You cannot simply... invent a new one."

Fury laughed aloud, "In case you have missed the memo, the fucking proof is staring at you right in the face. You have seen glimpses of the Origin Land, Silver Queen. Did you believe that a place like that can exist inside a Reality like ours? Or have you deceived yourself into thinking that this place would be in a distant dimension? Open your eyes, all of you. There is more to existence than we know, and now we are seeing it in all its glory and horror."

It is insanity," Old Man Seed, who had long stopped hiding his Aura, countered the feverish excitement of Fury, his pale eyes tracking a flock of winged, singing teacups that flew past their bubble, pursued by a cloud of possessive silence. The arrival of Primordial Imagination had caused severe changes across Reality.

Although it was apparent that she was not overtly broadcasting her powers, it was inevitable that Reality would change with her presence. The light of the sun would touch all in its vicinity, even if the sun had no wish to do so.

Seed chuckled before he began to laugh aloud. He could see the face of his daughter, Elura, but he knew that she was gone. She controlled the Tree of Imagination, and he knew that one of her greatest ambitions was to find the source of her powers and push for a level beyond the Old Ones to become a Primordial.

It was always a foolish dream, but Seed did not have the heart to break the last of the light in her heart, but Reality was a bitch. Her dreams had been fulfilled, but she had not been the one to savor this victory; it was someone else... something else. At the end, they were all pawns, and Seed never knew his rage could burn this hot.

His laughter drew silence from the pathetic immortals around him, and he wished that he were drunk. Life had taken the last thing he held close and perverted its nature. He began speaking aloud, not caring if those around him understood,