The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1914

Chapter 1914: Falling With Folded Wings (Final)

Vorthas could withstand the infinite deathly essence of the Beast, but not for long, but he had held on long enough for the Primordials to finally guage the power that the Beast had to offer, although they knew that this was far from the limit of Death, it was enough for them to push through, and behind Vorthas, the six Primordials suddenly split apart, and they began attacking.

Although this opening salvo between Death and the Primordials seemed to have taken a relatively short time, that was only because the perception of these entities was far too powerful. It should be noted that the regions of Death were so broad that it would take an immortal trillions of years to cross it at a straight line travelling many times the speed of light, not to mention exploring more of its depths.

Except for attacks at the Primordial level, any other lesser dimensional attacks would take forever to even cross a single region of Death.

Every attack by the Primordials had crossed an infinite amount of space and time to reach their target, and following the general trend of time that guided all of Limbo, a century had already passed. Ninety years ago, the Primordials had felt the tethers placed inside Eosah’s Reality being suppressed before they finally snapped, but this did not concern them because their principal interest, Eos, was still being monitored.

That broken Reality was given to him as a prize, and he could vent his fury on it however he liked. His part of the story was over, and if they did not fear the complications that may arise if they killed him before they were prepared, then Eos would be dead.

This battle with Death would take a long time, but to the Primordials, time was meaningless.

A century had passed, and it was only now that the Primordials began to attack in earnest, each of them leveraging their unique powers to attack and decimate millions of regions at a time.

And among them, silent like a wraith, Nyxara stalked through the battlefield, a shadow among cataclysm, and she did not strike at their enemies; instead, she served a much important function, she was harvesting.

Every time Asteroath erased a Region, she inhaled its unmaking. Every colossus Xylos corrupted and every memory Elgorath restored, she caught the excess Origin Force on black soul-wings and fed it to her siblings in thin, precise streams, knitting wounds almost as fast as they opened.

Her actions were making it impossible for Death to reclaim the area taken from its domain, as Nyxara ensured there was nothing behind for it to take. She served as the healer for her siblings, processing vast amounts of deathly essence that should have broken their bodies and delayed their progress into healing rays.

Her presence alone had changed the entire dynamics of the battle, and the Beast roared his rage, but its cries were silent as its fury deepened. The Beast finally spoke then, its voice arriving simultaneously in every mind that had ever died and in the seven living ones:

"You waste your eternity on the shell. Come inside, little thieves, and I will show you what I have become."

The Primordials looked at each other before they grinned, and their answer was to accelerate their progress, as they were no longer holding back.

They punched through the first billion Regions like a bullet through paper. Behind them, the outer shell of Death’s empire folded inward, trying to seal the breach, but the seven tore onward, carving a tunnel of absolute devastation deeper into the Realm. Every layer they breached revealed worse defenders as Death was hiding its biggest aces deeper into his domain.

There were legions of dead Primordial-era titans, each the height of a galaxy cluster, wielding weapons forged from the birthcries of stillborn universes. Swarms of fractal ghosts that existed in negative space, attacking the concept of location itself, even rivers of liquefied regret that drowned the mind before the body, and this was the smallest part of Death’s offering.

For the first time since this war began, the Primordials were stalled as they experienced the toughest battle since their reawakening, and if not for the actions of Nyxara, they would have been pushed back.

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