The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1846

Chapter 1846: The End (final)

The trials of the first layer of Origin were incredibly dangerous, and if he had made the wrong decision and tried to resolve that Tribulation using the standard method that any other Primordial would use, he would have failed.

His core was different, and his laws could not be judged with common sense. He was not the Primordial of Fire, the Primordial of Darkness, or any of the concepts that were relatively tangible. He was the Primordial of Defiant Ascension, and so his road was different.

The trials were deadly, but hardly took any time in the larger scheme of things. His body was still blazing through the Origin of Soul, and he had blasted past the second and third layer, with the gate of the fourth layer of the soul approaching rapidly in front of him.

The blazing spear of defiance under the baptism of a new layer of power with Telmus’s Ascension no longer shines white but a deep bronze color, almost like gold, but this bronze was the color of the first metallic weapon wielded by mortals.

Space in front of Telmus shrieked and tore apart; even the gates of the fourth level of the Soul shuddered before it vanished under the sharpness of the spear bearing down upon it.

It was then that Telmus saw... something. It was hard to describe, and only the presence of Rowan blazing brighter than any light should ever be gave him a frame of reference to understand what he was looking at.

Even as a Primordial, Telmus could not wrap his mind around what he was seeing; he only knew that the source of every plague, every sorrow, every death, every evil, was here, and Rowan was fighting it.

He could not see the enemy, but he could sense the Aura of wrongness surrounding Rowan, and only that sense alone was enough to frighten him.

A cold chill went down his spine, and every single iota of his being screamed at him to retreat, to run to the farthest reaches of existence and pray for all eternity that the stench of this Aura be forgotten from his soul.

"Do not come any closer, Telmus." Rowan’s roar made him ground his momentum to a halt. "Reality is about to end. This battle here is my own, but it would be meaningless if the Primordials are allowed to reach this place. No matter what happens, you cannot let them see me."

Telmus did not hesitate, rotating his spear, he pressed its shaft against his forehead and gave a halfbow, "I shall hold the gates, Rowan, nothing shall come through."

Turning around, Telmus exited the Origin of Soul and entered Reality. Exiting was far easier than his forced entry, and holding his spear, Telmus looked up for his enemy... and he saw no one.

Looking around, he saw that Reality was normal; there was no change across all of it, almost as if the heavens were still sealed and nothing had changed.

However, his heart beat was getting increasingly faster, and a fear that made him squeeze his spear tighter flowed through him like an endless tide.

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