The Primordial Record

Chapter 2108  Hidden Traces

With all of these in mind, Nyxara understood that the only way they were going to win… that she was going to win, was by using a blitzkrieg strategy.

The Ancient Primordial of Souls would quickly kill everything before it had the chance to create any new and unexpected variation in this battle.

Nyxara believed that their greatest threat did not come from the Temple of End or Enoch, but Eos.

He may not show it, but Nyxara had killed many people, and she knew when she saw a lack of fear. Eos no longer feared the Ancient Primordials.

If this were someone else, then she would believe that this was caused by foolishness, but this was Eos, a being that had been carefully designed to break the curse of Enoch himself… there was nothing simple about him, and if he was showing no fear, it meant he had confidence and his greatest confidence came from time… it came from the knowledge that it given enough time he would grow stronger than everyone.

Nyxara could no longer deny this fact, even if the rest of her siblings were hiding from the truth. Eos’s Incarnation Rowan had fought with all of them and created the Origin Realms, and that was one fucking Incarnation.

Rumors from hidden sources have described that Eos had created thousands of these Incarnations, and they were hidden all around his Origin Realms. If only one Incarnation could be such a headache, what would thousands be capable of? What would their main body be capable of, if given enough time?

She stood up from her throne and vanished without telling any of the others the reason why she left, but she knew of their nature and did not try to hide from them.

Originally, she was meant to lure out Elgorath and Xyris alone, and if she had made the right preparation, this would have been very possible, but she lied, of course… she would be making sure that all the Primordials followed her. It was time to kill Eos.

Using threads of her own soul woven with stolen fragments of the Beast’s essence, she created false echoes, which were the dying whispers that carried the unmistakable signature of the Beast’s Origin Force.

These echoes she scattered like bait across the paths Elgorath and Xyris were most likely to sense.

For her plans to work, Eos must first see these two, but unknown to him, she would spread the same lure a bit later to draw out the rest.

By the time she had what she needed, they would be drawn to the site of slaughter, and there she could finish off everyone at once.

This plan was delicate, and many things could go wrong, but Eos had delivered a nearly dead Beast to her hands. If she killed and absorbed the Origin Core of Death, then all of the Death Origin she had been storing inside her would finally have roots, and she would be able to fuse with them.

Eos had sent her glimpses of the realm he had created to hold Death, and it was in the shadows of the Origin Realms… a bold but foolish choice.

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The Ancient Primordials watched Nyxara leave. Recently, she had been making such trips more frequently, and they knew she had been hunting Death across the dimensions.

All of them had been doing the same thing, but they were much more secretive about the matter. If there was one thing the last battle had taught them, it was that the division between them could no longer be easily fixed or ignored any longer.

They were all subtly feeling the threat of weakness, and this created fear inside their hearts. This fear was leading to a desire for power, and they would not mind suppressing others to get this power. The death of Asteroath was fresh in their memories, and it was a dividing force that could not be erased.

Once they were seven, once they were perfect, and now the unity that bound them was over, and the only thing left was who would be the strongest when the dust settled.

Elgorath was the first Ancient Primordial to hear the screams of the dying Beast from the probes it had scattered all over Existence.

His eyes shone with a peculiar light. Had Nyxara been able to find the Beast? That did not make any sense.

Primordial Memory sat on his throne and beat the side of it for a while, and then he sent his senses to the Origin Realms, using the hidden eyes he had inside the realm, and he saw Eos walking around with his New Primordials, and Elgorath sneered.

“The fool, one day, all of this facade would be torn open. I wonder what your expression would be when you see the truth.”

The Primordial of Memory was deep in his golden mausoleum, surrounded by archives of every atrocity ever committed, as he took apart the screams of the Beast’s final agony.

There was something extremely wrong with these settings, because it could also sense that the Beast was relatively unhurt as he checked the hidden connection he had with the Beast.

He thought of summoning the Golem, but he placed this thought aside, and he chuckled inside him, “Has she finally gone mad and cannot hold back her hunger any longer? How interesting… it would seem that this bet has been won by me. Still, why don’t I see what trap Nyxara wants to use in consuming me, and if it is good enough, perhaps I shall let her kill me… hahahahaha.”

His golden wings flared as his eyes widened with ravenous hunger and foul delights. Elgorath looked around and thought to enhance the atmosphere, and so he sent hidden pulses to unknown locations, some of them to the other Ancient Primordials who were unaware of his actions.

With a flicker, he vanished, following the hidden traces that Nyxara had left behind.

After he had left, it did not take long for Xyris to discover this peculiarity. He was floating in his temporal labyrinth of hourglasses and frozen moments, and he felt the echo of a heartbeat that signified the ending of a powerful entity.

Time itself rippled with the Beast’s dying pulse, and he saw potential futures where he claimed the power of the Beast and others he did not.