Novel Full Chapter 1803: Brewing Wine Fit For Primordials
Chapter 1803: Brewing Wine Fit For Primordials
The body of Primordial Memory froze before exploding into pieces of light and shadows. These pieces were about to vanish when the mysterious being that had attacked the Primordial froze all of space and time for an area encompassing three percent of the entirety of Reality!
Three percent might not seem like a lot on the surface, but this degree of influence had encompassed a multitude of dimensions and an innumerable number of worlds.
With the power of a Primordial, this Incarnation of Primordial Memory was able to travel across Reality quite quickly, and nothing should have the power to stop its escape, but the Archai that had attacked was a power that none had seen before.
Fishing across Reality, the Archai gathered all the scattered pieces of Primordial Memory and squeezed them into a ball.
Vraegar had no idea what had just happened. In his perception, he had seen an unknown figure crush a Primordial in front of him as if they were swatting away a pest, and in the blink of an eye, that figure was now holding a ball of screaming malevolence in one hand, which Vraegar was ninety-nine percent sure was the previous Primordial.
Still, he heard the voice of the being before they crushed Primordial Memory, and he knew without question that this being was here by the Will of his father.
The being should be faceless, but a careful splash of light and shadow gave its face a form, and it was both extremely beautiful and eerie at the same time, as if looking at a black and white picture that had become three-dimensional.
An unknown rune made of light was engraved on its chest that seemed to pulse with its breathing, and when Vraegar tried to glimpse the rune, a splitting headache that nearly tore his soul in two made him flinch and look away. However, he pushed through the pain and spoke.
“Thank you for saving our lives,” Vraegar bowed with his head. “How may I refer to you so that I can burn ashes to your name in my time of meditation?”
The being spread out its wings of hardened black light, which covered the heavens of this entire dimension, and it spoke to Vraegar in a voice that touched every part of his flesh, soul, and Will.
“I am of the Archai,” the being touched the rune on their chest, “I am an Anchor of Reality, and I have no name, call me what you wish. Vraegar, I am here to take you away for your training. Say your goodbyes to your friends; they will not be seeing you for a long time.”
The dragon swallowed. There were many words he needed to say, but most of them were suppressed by his excitement, and he could not just leave his companions behind,
“Will they be safe? Just because the Primordial could not get to me does not mean he won’t try to kill them all out of spite.” Vraegar asked, surprised at the level of attachment he had developed after such a short time with the group.
“Do not fear for their fate,” the Archai replied, “There is a grand adventure waiting for them ahead. Their Destiny is different from yours.”
Vraegar was silent for a while before he bowed towards the Archai once more, and when he looked up, the being had vanished.
It would seem that the power of his father as a Creator had taken a great step forward; his creations could now battle Primordials! Also, Vraegar was dimly aware of the mysteries behind the Elythrii, and he had wondered what lies ahead for them in the future.
Looking around, the dragon began to rouse the others from sleep, slowly realizing how suspicious it was that they had all fallen to this state before the Primordial had arrived.
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Telmus, the Nascent Primordial of Defiant Ascension, should have been waiting for his meeting with Rowan, the Eclipsed Creator, but his nose had twitched when he detected a lovely aroma emerging from another portion of this living castle.
Dragging Staff with him, he cut across endless hallways and rooms that led to spaces as large as galaxies until he found the target his nose was taking him towards.
It was a cellar filled with the scent of vintage, which suggested to Telmus that this place had been used for such a purpose for billions of years, maybe even longer.
A blue-haired woman was sitting cross-legged in midair as a gentle surge of Will and magic was pouring out of her body into a large cauldron that seemed to be formed from the event horizon of a placid black hole. It was filled with a swirling liquid that contained hundreds of different colors like nascent galaxies. By her side was a Lightning Kirin who had hundreds of planets and stars shrunken to the size of grapes.
Following a predetermined pattern, the Kirin dropped the heavenly bodies two at a time into the swirling liquid, where they were broken down and absorbed in mere moments.
Ignoring the woman who had become rather startled by his appearance, Telmus walked over and peered into the cauldron, watching a nebula of purple and gold churn violently.
“Fascinating,” he said as his eyes shone bright, showing him details that he could have never known before he became a nascent Primordial. Looking into the cauldron for a few seconds more, he turned towards the blue-haired woman, his new Omniscience Will informing him that this was Circe Boreas, and providing him with all the details of her life, from her birth to this moment. However, many parts of her life were covered by a mysterious fog, which reminded him of Rowan. “A question, if I may.”
Circe grunted, not looking up from the cauldron. She had been a bit surprised at the presence of Telmus and had nearly made a mistake, but she had quickly collected herself. “Make it quick. The conjugation window is approaching, and I have failed in this step a thousand and three times before.”
“Of course, of course,” Telmus said. “I see you’re employing a plant type worlds and Type-G stars for primary saccharification. But wouldn’t the resultant C6 sugars be overly… pedestrian? Have you considered a rogue carbon planet for a more complex, polysaccharide chain, perhaps introducing a subtle note of graphite and diamond-dust into the brew for that delightful zest?”
Telmus was greeted by silence as two pairs of eyes looked at him in surprise, while the third was filled with embarrassment. He scratched his head, “Forgive my intrusion. I am a lover of wine, and my new powers make it easy for me to think on a… um.. cosmic scale. You are creating something amazing here, and I was drawn to it.”
Circe paused, a flicker of surprise brushing past her eyes before she focused once more on the cauldron as she sprinkled the dust of a supernova into the swirling liquid. “The star provides a consistent radiative flux for enzymatic catalysis, so I have to harvest them from the lower realms and a distinctive universe free of war and bloodshed, those ruin the flavor. A carbon planet would require a pulsar-based agitator, and frankly, that always over-extracts the bitterness from the brew. These life planets, on the other hand, are perfect for what I need, and they also serve as stabilization agents.”
“Ah, a valid point,” Telmus conceded, tapping his chin as he ignored the glaring look of Staff behind him. “But on the topic of extraction, your maceration vessel, this cauldron is a singularity. I’m concerned about the gravitational time dilation on your yeast cultures. Is your strain of yeast relativistic? Or are you simply accepting a 10,000-year fermentation cycle from its frame of reference and just popping the cork ’when it feels right’?”
Archimedes the Lightning Kirin shot him a look of irritation and answered before Circe. “We use a non-linear, quantum-locked yeast. That was my idea, by the way. It exists in a state of both having consumed all the sugar and not having begun until the bottle is opened. It’s about potential, not process,” the Kirin sniffed, “I learned this technique from Rowan, so the validity of this process cannot be questioned.”
“Quantum yeast!” Telmus exclaimed, turning to his daughter to share his excitement, but she looked away while muttering about misplaced priorities. He turned towards the Kirin, “Brilliant. Saves on cellar space, and I will surely be stealing this technique for myself. Next, what about the bouquet?” He leaned over the cauldron, sniffing deeply. “I’m getting… a whiff of a God Spark, definitely. A hint of prebiotic ammonia from these worlds you are using. But it’s a bit… one-dimensional. Where’s the X Factor? The unexpected punch?”
Circe sighed, as if she was long expecting this question. “We were going to introduce the X Factor later. It’s the scream of a mortal who has just discovered a truly life-altering bottle of wine under a tree. I spent ten thousand years dripping these wines across a million worlds, and now and then, I harvest these screams. In my experiments, these screams add a note of sublime, economic irony that binds the cosmic notes to a tangible reality.”
Telmus was silent for a moment, impressed. “A bold choice. High-risk, high-reward. Now, the most important question.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your fining agents. I don’t see any spent comet cores or powdered moon-rock. Please don’t tell me you’re filtering this through a galaxy cluster. That will strip the soul out of it!”
Circe finally stood to her full height. “We,” she said with immense dignity, “are using the crushed dreams of aspiring Celestial Creators. It’s negatively charged, attracts the harshest theological compounds, and leaves behind a pleasant aftertaste of quiet desperation. Don’t ask me where we find them.”
Telmus took a step back, a look of pure reverence on his face. He bowed deeply.
“Amazing, with my new status, I had believed that I would never be able to enjoy wine anymore, but you have opened my eyes,” he said. “My apologies. I see the craft is in capable hands. I shall return for the bottling. I assume you’ll be using neutron stars as corks?”
“Naturally,” said Archimedes. “But only the ones that spin. The ’pop’ is more satisfying. Now get out of here, I heard you have a meeting with the boss, we should have a bottle ready not too long from now.”
Telmus, bowing multiple times to these two, dragged his daughter along as he whistled in excitement.