The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1841

Chapter 1841: The End (1)

This is how Reality ends...

Telmus the Primordial of Defiant Ascension sat on a throne made from Ether, surrounded by his Ebon Hosts, inside a realm created by his Will.

This realm was built inside the Origin Land, and from the outside, it resembles a gigantic star, bigger than any star in the Reality that he had left behind. His eyes were closed, and the spear that signified his throne as the first Law of Defiance rested on both of his palms, as he attuned himself with this weapon.

Telmus had been using a sword from the first time he held a weapon, and he had never wanted to wield another weapon, because there was something about the soul of a sword that spoke to him in a way that no other weapon had ever done before.

To be a better warrior, Telmus had learned about other weapons. Well, when he meant other weapons, he was referring to all the weapons that his godly mind could reach, and they were a lot. Paired with his demonic heritage that led straight to the Primordial Demon, Telmus was able to master every weapon without laying a hand on any of them.

In fact, his blade had never been forged by the hands of another; he had first learned to use wood as a weapon, then he used his blood, before making a blade out of his spirit, then his soul. As he became an Earth God, his blade was then forged from his Intent, and in the battle in the Arena, when he became an Old One, he forged his blade out of Will.

He had always believed that he would wield his blades forever, and dying with a sword in his hand was a dream that felt close to bliss as there ever was, but by becoming a Primordial, he had endured such sweeping changes that the things he considered to be set in stone became as ephemeral as the breeze.

Telmus had never held a spear, but the one he was carrying, felt right, it was as if it had always been with him from the moment of his birth, which was not far from the truth because becoming a Primordial meant he had been transformed from the inside-out into a new being that was so unique that his Origin Core had never been seen before.

Even as he delved deeper into the mysteries of his spear, deepening the bond he had with the weapon, his consciousness was still powerful enough to constantly sweep through his new realm, which was continually expanding with every breath he was taking.

It would eventually reach a limit, and no matter how much stronger he became in the future, it would never grow. Telmus was aware that, as a Primordial, the creation of a Prime Realm was not under his authority, but due to his connection with the Origin Land of Rowan, he was able to create realms that could hold power.

Do not look at lower dimensional beings inside Reality that could create dimensions, technically, they did not have this ability, it was due to the World Stele which gave them a portion od Eosah’s stolen essence, so they could bring the world that only existed inside their spirit into Reality, thereby creating the so-called dimensions all over areality that were now as numerous as stars.

Creation had always been the sole authority of Realities, and Telmus was almost equally fascinated with the continuous changes in his realm as he was with the spear in his hand, because he knew that the realm being created belonged entirely to him. He was not borrowing any power to make it.

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