The Primordial Record

Chapter 1668: The Prince Of Ruin

Primordial Chaos ruled a Primordial Domain, and even if it was said that his Domain in the upper realms had been severely suppressed by the other Primordial Domains, a starving elephant was still bigger than a horse.

The Great Desert was too important, and Kacius could understand that a tactical advantage of this nature, which could be used to suppress the entirety of Reality, could not be so easily conquered.

Still, the cheers of celebration from all around him were a reminder to Kacius that perhaps this miracle might be possible. Gathered here was power that had not been seen since the Primordial Era, and coupled with all the advantages they had gained from the mysterious Origin Land, an unexpected victory might just be the case.

To tell the truth, Kacius did not care who won this fight because he suspected that the Great Desert would never be destroyed and that ownership would only be changed. Perhaps even their victory might make the situation worse.

As far as he knew, Primordial Chaos did not demand any harsh restrictions from the Memories of the fallen inside his desert, but would that be the same when the rest of Reality took over this place?

Kacius suddenly screamed, clapping his hands over his ears as a third of his lifeforce and his soul vanished when a resonant thud like a heartbeat emerged from the center of the desert.

He was dimly aware that countless immortals beside him were dead, some were stronger than he, others were weaker, and it did not seem that his survival was a result of his strength; it was just luck.

“Desecrators… You all are not worthy to step on my domain.”

This voice seemed to ground all of Reality to a halt, and the battle ceased instantly. The titanic vanguards with their upraised blades set to sweep forward halted in motion; even the spells cast by the Old Ones above were frozen, and the Great Desert seemed to have transformed from a battlefield to a three-dimensional image.

Kacius knew his perception should not be this great, but he knew what he was seeing was being witnessed not only by him but also by everyone here.

His mind was dragged to the center of the desert by this voice, and he saw Nemesis rising from the sand.

Heads began to explode all around him; even his unit commander, a seventh-dimensional Magus, could only scream his adoration and hatred in equal measures as he was torn apart from the inside by his own powers and consumed by insects.

Somehow, Kacius was still able to live and witness Nemesis rise out of the sand. It was as if a part of him held a resilience that he had never realized before, or perhaps it was because he had been with his sister for so long that his mind had been able to adapt to higher-dimensional forces much better than an average immortal.

A fissure split the desert, a jagged crack so vast that a thousand universes could have fallen into it. From the darkness within that crack came a seven-fingered hand with red claws that bled corrupted miasma into reality.

Upon seeing that hand, Kacius’ mind exploded with forbidden knowledge as the nature of the being exerted itself so firmly upon Reality that he was forced to acknowledge it.

He knew that this hand was not made from flesh but of forged judgment; each finger was a blade of condensed retribution, and each knuckle was a grinding gear of dimensional laws.

The part of Kacius’ mind that could understand this knowledge unexpectedly shut down; it had been totally destroyed by knowing something that even Old Ones would flee from.

Yet his eyes did not stop looking, a maniacal madness filling the remnants of his consciousness, as he needed to see!

If this was the last thing he did with his life, Kacius was willing to witness it all.

In his distraction, more of Nemesis’ form had been revealed, as a gigantic being slowly rose from the crack. Sand cascaded from its form like a waterfall of dead time, finally revealing the form of the being that had been buried underneath the desert.

A part of his mind might have been destroyed, but Kacius considered himself lucky. Seeing just a hand had been enough to irreparably change him; if he had seen all of Nemesis, then he would be dead.

So this lucky coincidence made it possible for him to truly look upon Nemesis, without the fear of dying.

First, he saw a helm crowned with serrated edges, with a visor so dark it swallowed all the light around it.

From that abyss came twin pinpricks of cold fire, the gaze of Nemesis, which fell on all life inside the desert and outside of it.

The remaining portion of Kacius’ mind was distinctly aware that it was a good thing he could not see the whole visage of Nemesis, and its helm had shielded the last portion of his sanity from decaying.

Then the rest of Nemesis’ body emerged. It was armored, but not with metal or anything that Kacius recognized. Yet the plates of the armor shifted as Nemesis rose, reconfiguring in a thousand different forms in every breath.

Kacius watched in awe as Nemesis reached towards his spine, as if it were a scabbard, and drew out a sword whose edges hummed with collective vengeance of a trillion murdered gods.

He could hear their screams in his soul, chewing on the last part of him that was sacred.

Nemesis swung his blade, an arc of power that was unimaginably fierce, blasted out from his blade, and the vanguards who had penetrated through countless miles of desert collapsed like a bubble under the harsh sun.

In that single sweep of his blade, Nemesis killed immortals without number, possibly numbering in the billions.

Many defenses had been set up before the blow fell, millions of Old Ones constructing spells of defense and placing guardian treasures that could hold back the destruction of a thousand dimensions. All of that was not enough.

Reversing the blade, Nemesis plunged it into the sands, and the entire desert screamed and shuddered, as darkness burst out of them and ascended to the sky.

Kacius’ eyes shrank when he realized that this was not darkness, but shades of supremely powerful Memories, all at the level of Old Ones, and the endless army was drowned under the shadows of Memories.

When all hope seemed to be lost, the calm voice of the mysterious leader of the coalition rang out,

“Pity… This is not enough. For I am Fury!”

Then Kacius heard what sounded like the cry of a Phoenix, and a billion suns—no, at least they were in the trillions—appeared above the desert, and at the core of each sun was a nine-colored Phoenix.

Each Phoenix cried out as a wave of cleansing flame erupted from the suns and exploded with great power, causing all of reality to quake.

This cleansing light slammed into the desert below, burning all the darkness to ash and bringing those who were on the verge of death back to life. Even Kacius, who was not inside the desert, felt his soul and memories regaining strength as the cleaning light from the phoenixes.

Nemesis, who was being suppressed under the radiance of the flames, tore it apart with a growl, as this creature screamed in rage.

“Your flames… the taste of your soul… I know of your bloodline. You are one of his. Good, you shall not leave here alive!”

“Foul beast! I serve no one but my purpose, and when I am done conquering you, then I shall conquer his dominion as well. I am Fury Akranothothez Kuranes. I am the Prince of Ruin, and this Era is mine!”

Something seemed to change in Reality as a massive unknown presence burning with the power to end Reality began to appear all around the Great Desert. Kacius was a young sixth-dimensional Magus who had lived for sixty million years. However, he was still knowledgeable enough to realize that this presence that had entered the battlefield was a myth only found in certain universes and dimensions.

These new presences were the Children of Ruin.

The order of their appearances was strange. It was as if they were creating a gigantic formation that encompassed the entirety of the Great Desert and even the coalition army.

Indeed, Kacius was hearing cries of outrage from multiple Old Ones at the emergence of these new presences, and he could hear phrases like refinement, trap, and betrayal to know that something was wrong.

That mysterious figure, this Fury Kuranes, seemed to have an appetite equal to that of the Primordials. He was not going just against the Great Desert but the entirety of Reality itself.

Kacius knew that he should find all of these events disturbing. Everything was going wrong, and the scale of power being unleashed had dwarfed his imagination. He was not assured of his survival, and even his sister, an Old One, could most likely be dead, and still…

’Who is that figure that Nemesis and Fury are talking about?’ his mind could not help but ponder.

Then a sudden silence struck all of Reality, and Kacius widened his eyes in shock as the light emerging from every star in every dimension inside of Reality dimmed.

Six massive cracks, each so massive that Kacius could not see where it began or ended tore through Reality and a million dimensions were crushed into pieces and sucked into it.

Inside those cracks, Kacius saw…. The end of all things.