The Primordial Record

Chapter 2111  Past Trauma

One moment, Eos had been standing over the dead body of the Beast, and the next, he was standing between the two Primordials. Time seemed to be slowing down as his movements had been so fast that even the Ancient Primordials had not begun to adjust to it.

The eyes of Elogorath were slowly turning to the left, even as the mighty power of Memory was beginning to rise from his core, when Eos’s Destroyer swung in a silver arc that cut through the countless essence shields of memory that surrounded the Ancient Primordial. Every Primordial had a passive defense that was linked to their Origin Essence, and it was one of their most important defenses against unexpected attacks.

With the weight of power held by every Ancient Primordial, they would have been able to withstand any surprise attacks against them and leisurely counterattack when they were ready due to the impossible number of essence shields around their bodies; however, Eos’s Destroyer was not just any weapon.

The blade had cut through all of these shields with no issue and then connected with Elgorath’s golden body, which was made out of a framework of memories, and the impact was cataclysmic.

Golden shards exploded outward like shrapnel, each one a fragment of stolen recollection that screamed with madness and pain as it flew into the distance, where the energy of the Destroyer continued to ravage these memories until they were reduced to ash.

Elgorath roared, but even this sound was slow in comparison to the speed that Eos was experiencing as he saw the sound wave that contained the sorrow of every life that Elgorath had come across, and there were a lot.

Even when there was no way this sound should have reached him, Eos watched as the sound wave vanished and moulded around his body, and the voices of countless dead alongside their most painful memories poured into his mind.

‘The sneaky bastard,’ Eos thought, ‘He is using the power of Parallel Realities to push this madness into my mind.’

Eos stumbled back, and with an impossible burst of his will that sent out ripples of force that shook the entirety of the Hollow, he shattered the memories over his body, and he looked at Elgorath while pretending to be shocked that he was hit by that attack.

Elgorath also staggered back, while looking down with anger at the gash across his chest, which was leaking golden light like molten metal. Eos’s attack had been vicious, and if he had not unconsciously burned a dozen Origin Force of Memory to hold back the blade, the first swing would have cut straight to his core.

 “You dare strike me?” he bellowed, with a voice layered with a trillion forgotten agonies. Elgorath, whom Eos knew as someone who was more laidback, seemed to have changed at this moment as he placed his hands together and then slowly separated them to reveal a ring of gold that was filled with weaponized memories, at least that was what it looked like on the surface.

Eos, who was almost done perfecting his understanding of the sixth dimension, could see that this socalled weaponized memories were pulled from parallel realities where he had suffered great defeats and met impossible injustice. There were countless visions of Eos’s own betrayals, and his children dying in flames, with the Origin Realms shattering into pieces.

With a grunt of anger, Elgorath released the golden ring, which sent shockwaves of golden light all around the Hollow and vanished before appearing before Eos.

Eos could see that the path of the Golden Light was going through the second dimension, and he could avoid it, but that would reveal his hand. ‘This is going to hurt.’ The weaponized memories slammed into Eos like physical blows, cracking ribs and tearing flesh and pushing him back for miles. Golden blood sprayed from Eos’s mouth as he coughed, leaving his lungs burning with phantom fire. There was no way memories could have hurt him this deeply; his body had simply been deceived by the close relationship it had with the other Eos from the other parallel realities, but if he was not aware of this, he would have been stunned by the power behind Elgorath’s attack.

Primordial Memory laughed when he saw the state of Eos, and the apprehension in his heart upon seeing the dead body of the Beast, while the restrictions inside it that were still intact began to slightly wane.

Something had happened here that he did not fully understand, but Eos had been drawn into it as well as Nyxara. If he were to guess, then Enoch wanted to reveal himself; that stupid bastard did not know what was waiting for him.

Eos pressed forward despite his injuries, his body already nearly back to perfect condition in the blink of an eye, and Elgorath had to suppress the sigh of irritation in his heart as he had to pretend that this fight had any meaning.

He had been surprised at Eos’s charge at first, because while moving through three-dimensional space, the speed he was exhibiting was ridiculous.

Elgorath was a bit jealous of the sheer power and talent that it would take to be able to make your body adapt to the third dimension in such a profound manner that Elgorath knew he could not keep up.

This was ridiculous when everything was placed into the picture. Nyxara was correct, Eos was a problem, and their underestimation of his potential at every turn would come to bite them in the back. When would the order be given so he could kill this bastard and not watch him grow stronger every day?

Keeping his irritation in check, Elgorath could not stop his cry of pain as the blade of Eos sliced through his left wing. In the moment he had been distracted, Eos had moved behind him and taken off one of his wings.

‘Bastard, are you worthy to touch my Light?!’ Elgorath screamed inside of him as he detonated the wings that had been sheared away.

Each feather exploded into bursts of recalled horror that lacerated Eos’s arms and face, even when he pulled back. Elgorath had cheekily surrounded Eos with them using the second dimension, and while he was grimacing in pain outwardly, inside his heart, he was laughing with glee as Eos’s skin was peeled back in bloody strips, exposing muscle and bone beneath.

Elgorath wanted to sneer in disdain, but then he looked at Rowan who was holding up both of his hands, and they were empty, his eyes was beginning to widen in realization when pain suddenly lanced through him like white-hot wires, the blade of Eos that had cut through his left wings was buried in his back, and its presence had been masked by the pain.

Eos had inserted the blade so cleanly into his body that it had cut through all of Elgorath defenses and sliced deep into his muscle and bone and he had not felt anything, but now this blade as if it had a mind of its own, which it surely did, twisted itself deeper into his body, exploding his flesh and crushing his bones, before sending out a blast of power that nearly tore Elgorath in two as his left hand and much of his upper torso was vapaorised.

Elgorath fell to his knees, screaming, as he remembered the deaths he had been forced to experience in the hands of Eos before, and whatever arrogance in his body vanished. “You have a rather interesting technique, Elgorath. What was that?” Hearing Eos’s calm voice, a chill flooded the heart of Elgorath.