Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 1092: Your Mission Is Done

’Is it finally over?’ Michael wondered, tightly holding onto the growing hope.

Everything should be over soon. The fourth Primal had been rescued and returned to the Creation, leaving only two Primal left to deal with. Four Guardians pinned down the Primal, creating the openings Michael needed to plant the Expanse Links inside them.

The Expanse Essence flooded the Primal, slowly altering their Essence. Origin Essence was created.

Simultaneously, Michael struggled to keep up with the Guardians and Primal. It wasn’t that they were stronger, but the Essence fueling them came from Michael’s reserves. He provided them with the masses of Essence that had been at his disposal.

The Expanse didn’t belong to Michael for a long time. At least, not the Expanse’s Essence. Michael still had full access to the Origin Expanse and the Expanse System, but the Guardians required a constant supply of Essence to retain the balance that transformed them into Guardians. Once the balance was broken, the Guardians would lose their status as complete creations again and revert to bad habits.

Since Michael couldn’t afford something like that, he was forced to share the Expanse Essence in seven ways. He had only been enjoying the full pool of Essence from the expanse for a few months, and most of it had already been taken from him. That didn’t seem fair, but Michael would have been fine about it…if his body didn’t revolt against the scarcity of Essence like a fish on land.

Despite the struggles, everything was fine. The Guardians caught the Primal, and the Expanse Links had been established in the last targets, and the Gods pulled back, leaving enough space for the battle between Guardians and Primal.

Fortunately, there was not much of a fight. The Primal were caught, and Origin Essence was forcefully infused into them, slowly but steadily changing them.

If not for the Gods’ arrogance, everything would have been fine.

The Gods maintaining the altered Weave Seal was certain the final battle would end in the next few minutes and watched the scene unfolding before them intrigued. They focused on the Primal’s final struggles and missed the Weave’s reaction. The sentience behind the weave tried to hold back its Essence, creating the perfect environment to return the Primal to their sacred duty. However, the natural order was too strong.

Everything the Weave held back crashed into the Weave Seal when it lost the battle against its nemesis. The course of time and the might of time.

The Gods weren’t prepared for the tidal waves impacting all over the border to the Beginning and suffered the consequences. They tried retaliating, but to no avail.

The Weave breached the Beggining’s borders, flooding the Beggining with its Essence.

"You are too early!" Michael cursed the weave and visualized the weave, apologizing to him.

He wasn’t sure if that was the weave’s doing or if it was an illusion, but the truth didn’t matter. The crucial factor was that only four out of six Primal had returned to their duty. The weave’s Essence flooded the Beginning, but it only entered the bodies of the two remaining Primal, filling up the Essences Michael and the Guardians had used up to replace with Origin Essence and pristine Essence.

Their hard work was shattered, and the Primal retaliated by gathering the surrounding Essences in a single swoop. The flood of Essences spreading through the Beginning was overwhelming. They were highly potent and had been compressed by the weave in an attempt to spare the Beginning a little bit longer.

Not only did that not work, but the compressed Essence was exactly what the Primal needed to escape. They absorbed the compressed Essence, fused it with the original essence they’d accumulated, and released everything in one go.

The Guardians were hurled through the air, some more injured than others, but Michael was hit the worst. His limbs were severed, and his chest was mangled badly. Not even the Imperial Barriers had been strong enough to protect him.

But the fight wasn’t over. Michael tapped into the Nature Divinity and the supreme healing serum to regenerate rapidly while using Slipstream to retrieve his limbs.

Michael was about to shout something when he sensed how little Essence several Slipstream portals had cost.

’The spatial restrictions have been lifted!’ He cursed in his mind and spun around, where he saw the Guardians charge at their brothers.

However, the Primal didn’t pay any attention to their siblings anymore. Their expressions were distorted in pain and anger, but they tore the fabric of space and reality apart and created a fissure.

The pair of Primal looked back one last time before hopping through the fissure.

They escaped.

…

Time seemed to slow down after the Primal disappeared. Michael’s lips parted, but no word escaped from them. He didn’t have anything to say. What…was he supposed to say in the first place?

The Gods messed up, and the weave swamped the Beginning, allowing two Primal to escape before they created enough Origin Essence to return to the Origin and their sacred duty.

The Guardians looked at each other, and Kytos sighed.

"We’re going to handle this. They didn’t sever the link to the expanse yet, right?" He asked, to which Michael nodded slowly.

The Expanse Link of the two Primal hadn’t been touched. It would be difficult to remove the Expanse Link without losing more than half of its power and Essence, either way. And that would be a permanent loss.

Michael doubted the Primal would remove the Expanse Links.

Kytos looked one last time at Michael and smiled, "That’s good. Thank you for helping us. Without you, we would have never been strong enough to escape this. However, your task is done. You’ve rescued us. This time, we have to rescue our brothers. You have fulfilled your Fate. No, you have done much more than that. You went above and beyond to fulfill the Origin’s mission. The Origin will always be grateful for your sacrifices!"

Michael didn’t feel like his mission was done. It didn’t make sense. The Primal had been the greatest threat to the universe a few days ago, and suddenly, they were the Guardians of the Origin. How did that make sense?

"Let’s go!" Kytos declared, ripping the fabric of space apart to create a fissure.

The Guardians nodded at each other and jumped through the fissure to pursue their brothers.

Meanwhile, Michael was left behind. Kytos’ words rang through his head, but nothing made sense.

"So…I’m done?"