The Primordial Record

Chapter 1617: Vorthas

The two Primordials reached the Garden of Primordial Dawn, the center of heaven; however, they did not stop here, because there was another layer below this place that Primordial Memory only learned about because he was a Throne of Light for nearly eight Major Eras.

Primordial Memory looked at Primordial Life with a weird look in his eyes as if trying to read through the inscrutable look on the face of the other Prime.

“Are you sure you want to follow me in here? I have immunity to the corruption of Light due to this body, but you have nothing of such, and your Fate would be under his control.”

Primordial Life smiled, “It does not matter what happens. I am Life, and I will adapt. Besides, he is not so foolish as to add me as an enemy at a time like this, and whoever says he is strong enough to keep me here.”

“Do not say I did not warn you,” Primordial Memory smiled as his eyes exploded with radiance as if two supernovae had erupted inside his skull.

The light from his eyes traveled through the garden towards the throne of fire on the end of this space and the throne melted away to reveal a passage that led deep into a fragmented reality where space and time was non-existent, only concepts and laws existed here, and Primordial Essence that was so thick it appeared almost solid.

So thick were the clusters of laws that this space was alive. The power inside of here was so concertrated that nothing except Primordials would be able to cross this space without dying.

Without any words among themselves, the two Primordials entered into the passage, which sealed itself behind them, and they proceeded deeper into this space.

It was easy to forget that the entirety of the Celestial Domain was the sleeping body of Primordial Light when heaven was being devastated by war, but only inside this place would the nature of a Primordial be revealed.

This was the true core of heaven; everything outside of it was meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Like hair or fingernails that could be discarded, it was the core that contained the Authority and the Essence of a Primordial, and in this moment, Life and Memory were standing inside of Primordial Light.

They crossed countless light years in mere moments, traveling a distance that made no sense to immortals because the core of Light was infinite, and the concept of distance did not exist. However, these two primes still crossed an area that only their senses could perceive, and their nature bent reality to fulfill their needs.

In simple terms, anyone else would travel for an infinity without crossing a single inch in this place, but the nature of a Prime was so powerful that infinity had to conform to their will.

Crossing a distance that was only understood by them, they both stopped, and Primordial Memory looked around with a frown,

“This is much worse than I expected. The Authority of Light remains largely untouched, I think about twenty percent of it is gone, but Rowan is not planning on claiming the rest; instead, he is subverting it.”

Primordial Life also made his calculations, and the aged lines on his face deepened. “For someone like him, such a thing is possible. He has methods to power an Authority without Primordial Essence. How fascinating all of this is.”

Primordial Memory shuddered, “If this continues, Light would not awaken from his slumber until it is too late. He is not being plundered, he is being replaced!”

“Then we have to wake him by all means.” Primordial Life growled.

“What do you mean by that?” Primordial Memory turned towards his companion in panic, but it was already too late. He might have gathered a lot of his Incarnation to boost this body, but he was still not a match for Life, whose Throne, Seed, was acclaimed to be the strongest Throne in existence.

“You dare make an enemy of me?”

The face of Primordial Life did not change in the slightest as he pressed his attack, “Life adapts, and at this moment, your death is necessary to awaken Light.”

“You shall pay for betrayal, Life.”

Primordial Life sneered, his face a mask of cruelty, “Then you shall learn to fear death.”

Primordial Memory was systematically butchered. It did not matter how well he fought back; he was outmatched. His last vision was the sight of Life pulling out his brain and heart and offering them to the everlasting light around them,

“Wake up from your slumber, Old Light,” he said, “Your dominion is being plundered.”

From the everlasting expanse of light, a gigantic face that was not human or of any species ever to be born inside of Reality began to arise.

A mighty voice emerged from the face of the waking Primordial, speaking a language that was older than Reality.

“VORTHAS…”

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The clash between Primordial Demon and the five Origin Ouroboros Serpents was anticlimactic; however, the moments before the clash were anything but.

The five serpents, led by Bahamut, exploded in size until the concept of size became meaningless because their bodies stretched across multiple dimensions and yet still seemed to fit in the space of a few million light years.

Their mouths opened, filled with fangs that could shred Reality to pieces, and within that spiky maw was a tunnel that led to eternal nothingness in the stomach of these serpents.

Their bodies sealed time, space, and Fate itself, leaving Primordial Demon to clash head-on with them because every space towards Rowan had become sealed by their bulk.

Primordial Demon laughed in delight. Rowan could detect the joy of a being who had long missed the allure of endless battle and slaughter. Reality had become far too weak for so long, and Primordial Demon could not battle to his heart’s content without him breaking it.

He did not know if Rowan was aware of the full ramifications of his actions, but Reality was being assimilated with Limbo, which should begin opening up the path for Primordials to roam once again.

Primordial Demon was like a whale that had been stuck in the desert for too long, and now a light shower was beginning to drizzle across his skin, but it was enough stimulation to rekindle his lust for battle.

He swung his blade of darkness towards all five serpents at once,tearing apart space and time while deliberately reducing the power of his attacks. He did not want to kill these pets too easily, but as his weapon made contact, the serpents collapsed into bubbles.

Primordial Demon froze for a moment before screaming in anger,

“Rowan, bring them back or I shall make you suffer a death that you cannot imagine.”

Rowan knew that the Primordial Demon meant every word he said, but he did not care. The serpents only attacked to buy Rowan time, and they could not afford to be tied down in battle at this delicate stage.

His intuition was screaming at him that danger from near and far was approaching, and Rowan knew that he was out of time, but he had already largely succeeded.

“Sixth Destruction Circle… Open!”

Red radiance surrounded Rowan as the sixth circle of destruction was activated. He allowed it to zoom towards Eva and then braced himself because, by his calculation, a new light was about to be born.

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