The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1938

Chapter 1938: Brutal Battles

The fact that this entity was speaking was shocking enough, but the intent behind its words could not be denied, and every Primordial here felt a chill run down their spine that was different from anything they had ever felt before. It was as if they were looking at something that should not exist, yet it did. At this moment, Eos felt a bit of regret that he had not informed the Primordials of the threat posed by Enoch, but at the time, his reasoning was sound, and even now, the fact that the Primordials were not aware of what they were fighting was a good thing.

Eos knew that Enoch suffered restrictions that he did not yet fully grasp, but one thing he had noticed was that the knowledge of Enoch seemed to give him more power over those who knew of him, and the words that he spoke to the Primordials might seem like just a threat on the surface, but Eos knew it went much deeper than that.

If the Primordials had known that what they battled was a fragment of Enoch’s consciousness that seemed to be able to take over the body of a Reality, then that knowledge may have left a gap in their consciousness and this would no longer be a battle, but a slaughter... this may seem insane, but Eos believed that ignorance was the only reason his New Primordials could fight. But he had his work cut out for him in controlling the battlefield and not allowing anything to emerge from it.

Eos knew there was a great opportunity here; if he could fully subdue this creature, then his knowledge of Enoch and the mysterious power he controlled would be easier for him to decipher. However, he felt a twinge of unease, but this was not coming from the horror that he had contained with his Primordial; it was coming from deep inside Limbo, and not from the direction of the realm of Death, where battle still raged but in the opposite direction.

Eos’s connection to the Incarnation he had sent towards the Cradle of Enoch was strong, and over the last one thousand years that the Incarnation had spent traveling across Limbo, he had seen various marvelous sights, but one thing was prevalent throughout the length of Limbo that this Incarnation had traveled through, and that was death and devastation.

From his calculation, the Incarnation should be halfway towards his destination, and the unease he was feeling was growing; naturally, Eos could also feel it.

It would appear that the threat would not only be coming from the broken reality of Eosah, but from the Cradle of Enoch.

"My action has finally stirred the beast," Rowan muttered, but his speed did not reduce as he pushed himself to move faster... if there were a threat on the horizon, he would need to delay it at least, to give Eos the time he needed. Around him, the ten Archai following him on this trip readied for whatever would be coming ahead.

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The eruption of power from the Primordial of Blazing Benediction did not fully vaporize all the fallen horror that emerged from the shattered body of the abomination. There were still millions of them, each the size of galaxies. These autonomous fragments had forests of arms and screaming nebulae for faces.

They scuttled across the Road on legs of dark energy, gnawing at the Primordials’ bodies, and a rapid scuffle broke across their ranks as they slaughtered these chunks of abominable horrors, but this created a slight gap where they were not attacking the abomination... and reading the flow of battle, it took advantage of it.

The abomination folded into itself as it tore through space and time. It had learned to exist in the same place as its own severed parts, and although the Primordials quickly shattered all the chunks of the abomination flesh, they were slightly too late as one remained, and this single chunk was all that it needed for it to appear in their midst.

Limbs reattached before they finished falling, before expanding and elongating, and like a blooming flower, all of those limbs exploded into billions of arms. New heads opened mouths that inhaled light, sound, and the concept of forward momentum, and they screamed their curse to warp the space around them.

The New Primordials suddenly found themselves running in place while the Road flowed backward beneath their feet as space and time went insane, their bodies could not respond in the right manner, and for a brief moment, they were stunned and locked in place.

"Enough!" Staff, the Primordial of Endless Eclipse, roared as she lashed out with a chain of compact time. The links were given to her by Chronomancer Prime as a gift, and they were made from individual seconds he had mastered and bound into a whip. In their current disoriented state, it would be hard to call upon their powers, but they still had tools. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The whip struck every screaming heads at once: past, present, future. In this manner, it was impossible for the abomination to avoid it, and ten thousand necks snapped in perfect unison. Bone made of dark matter shattered like glass. For one heartbeat, the Abomination listed, stunned.

However, this abomination was learning as it fought. Ten thousand new necks erupted, each crowned with a halo of embryonic universes still dripping cosmic placenta, and they roared, unleashing another wave of madness. The creature was smaller, but its abilities were growing the closer they brought it to death.

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