The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1930

Chapter 1930: The Height of Betrayal

"My story ends here with the beginning of the Primordials, and everything that follows can be pieced together by you, but that would take too long, because you seek the final connection that links us all together, and even though it would give me pleasure from holding this back from you... Sadly, there is a need for it to be completed. So, let us go a bit further into the past."

While the tale of Enoch was ongoing, he did not stop the present vision of Reality that he was showing to Rowan, and he discovered that although the vision was clear, transmitting such great details that could satisfy Rowan’s sight, there was something going wrong with the vision; it was beginning to blur at the edges.

Enoch still had a few tethers to Eosah’s Reality, despite the fact that Rowan had cleansed it multiple times, but it seemed that something that his main body was doing was finally breaking it. Inside his consciousness, Rowan began preparing for battle. He knew that Enoch was not a being who was accustomed to losses; he would fight when his back was against the wall. What else did he have to lose?

"They ate of my fruits, and the missing part of them was completed, and if this had stopped here, then the deal was more than fair, and yet I gave them access to more power." Enoch continued with no warning, and Rowan knew that he was aware he had noticed that his vision over Reality was beginning to fade, and yet he was not addressing it. Still, his voice threw Rowan into the past, and he saw these seven mortals become something more.

"Xylos bit into frozen starlight and tasted every lie ever told to him, even from his beloved siblings, and his eyes turned silver and merciless, and although it hurt, he wanted more of it."

"Elgorath split the black glass fruit with his teeth, and for the first time in his life, blood ran down his chin that was not his own, and he smiled because he finally understood what it felt like to be wounded. Do you see how I completed them, Rowan? Do you see my mercy even in my lack?"

Not waiting for Rowan to answer, Enoch continued speaking, his voice no longer shifting but maintaining the same tone,

"Asteroath swallowed living flame and laughed as his shadow burned away, leaving him radiant and terrible, and he was the first one to see the shadows of his wings."

"Vorthas ate the eye and saw every wall he would ever walk through, including the ones made of his siblings’ bodies. And he saw the potential of me, and from that moment, he chased the darkness of death even though he had life in abundance."

"Xyris devoured the screaming future and went mute for a long time, because some futures are kinder when unspoken. It was his sister, the little betrayer Nyxara, who slowly coaxed the secret of the future from him, and then he burned the memory out of his mind, and for that mercy, Xyris loved her." Enoch paused, "You know it is funny, only speaking of this tale do I begin to see the beginning of the deception and how much I missed in the past... There should not have been seven of them; only six were required."

"Eldrithor consumed the mirror fruit and saw himself reflected infinitely, each version holding another heart. His heart, finally in the center. From that moment, he saw the chaos that was always a part of him, and maybe of all of them; he was the one who saw my essence more than others, but soon that essence was perverted."

"And then little Nyxara, hahaha, that bitch, the seventh, my greatest mistake, she took the small pale fruit in both hands, kissed it like a lover, and ate it whole. She proved to me at that point that her soul could hold everything in creation. Did I not just watch her hold a part of Xyris’s fear? It was the easiest decision for me to make her the eldest, and because they were not fully aware of what it meant to control their abilities, I gave her the greatest portion of might among them all. This was my second mistake." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

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