The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1843

Chapter 1843: The End (3)

Inside the Pantheon of Chains, seven stood before his ancestors and called for their judgment. There was no fear in his heart because he knew he was worthy.

To claim the first layer of Defiant Ascension, Telmus would have to prove he was greater than the law they controlled. The act of Defiant Ascension meant to claim.

Seated on thrones of echoes that resembled the shadow of screaming wraiths, the seven began their judgment, and under their gaze, Telmus readied himself.

But still, "Damn, these tests are kind of ridiculous are they not?" Telmus muttered to himself, but his stubbornness would not allow him to back down, coupled with the fear in his heart because he knew that something terrible would happen if he were not strong enough to face it.

Telmus looked up; each judge was the size of a mountain range, while he remained as small as an ant.

"I have no time to waste here, because I am afraid that Reality is about to end, it is the only reason there is this fear in my heart. So I will say this once. All of you, come at me!"

This ordeal was harrowing enough if he had to face a single judge at a time, but Telmsu could not be patient enough for such an ordeal. There was an eighty percent chance of failure if he did everything right, but he was still pushing to do everything wrong.

As a Primordial, his consciousness was moving so fast that a single second had been stretched to a billion years, and yet it was not enough.

The judges, unfeeling to his plight, took up his challenges and threw their might against the single fragile being in their midst, and the entire Arena began to crack under the weight of their judgment.

In this Arena, Truiplop became the Inquisitor of Destiny. He turned his unblinking eyes towards Telmus, and it felt as if his gaze carried the weight of tearing blades that sought to ground Telmus to bits and pieces.

In this space, Telmus’s consciousness had no power that could defy reality; he was as fragile as a mortal, but that was the entire purpose of the test. Could he use a mortal that had a zero percent probability of defying Destiny to forge a path towards victory?

If such a thing were ever possible, then a victory like this could not be given; only a Will strong enough to defy common sense would be able to seize it for themselves.

Hekaton became the Warden of Mortality. His appearance took the worst of mortals, as he appeared like a pathetic creature made of decaying flesh and endless appetite. Fear of the unknown filled his eyes, but that was nothing before the fear of death that had claimed his soul.

"Come on, Telmus, you know you cannot hold on... In fact, you don’t even have to make your devotion to me known to the rest; you can just send a thought. Say master, and you will become the Primordial you have ever wanted."

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