The Primordial Record

Chapter 2113  A Piece of Truth (2)

Eos had been holding himself back so that Elgorath would reveal hints about his powers, and he had expected that he would have to bleed and suffer a lot of pain before he could drag out the battle to the extent where he would be able to push Elgorath to the limits.

The purpose of this battle, after learning the truth about the dimension, was not to feed Nyxara any of the Origins of the Ancient Primordials; it never was… it was to check how much he could push against this mysterious force that was deceiving all of Existence.

 As it turned out, he did not have to do much. Elgorath had begun using the power of Parallel Realities in front of him, and also moving through the Proto-Dimensions so he could attack.

Even if Eos was not aware of the Proto-dimensions and the true power of the sixth dimensions, with his experience in battle and his understanding of how all the dimensions were supposed to work, he would have quickly known that something here was wrong.

Seeing there was no more need to push Elgorath, Eos was about to unveil his full might when he detected, using the Archai he had hidden across Existence, that the last three Ancient Primordials were on their way.

So, as it turned out, Nyxara was planning to betray him. Most likely, she only needed one or two extra Origin Force from her siblings before she felt she would become strong enough. It was a good thing he did not give in to her demands and gave her the core of Death, or she would become much harder to manage.

The approach of the last three Primordials changed everything, and Eos thought about the situation extremely quickly. Could he kill all the Ancient Primordials? The answer was no, not because he was not strong enough, but because he expected outside interference to take charge before he could do enough damage.

He had only gotten away with killing the Beast because, for all intents and purposes, the Beast would not be dead in the eyes of those who placed those restrictions inside of it.

This meant he had a slim chance to take advantage of this knowledge before it was revealed to his enemies, and so, knowing that he could not kill all the Ancient Primordials here, there were two of them here that must die: Elgorath and Nyxara.

Nyxara and Elgorath had different scales of danger, with Elgorath being the most troublesome at the moment, but Nyxara was undoubtedly the greatest source of danger in the whole mess.

Elgorath’s purpose was to lock down the sixth dimension, preventing everyone else from accessing it, and Nyxara was much more diabolical; she locked down the seventh dimension of Fate, which should have been called the dimension of consciousness or the dimension of the soul… and even though both of these two situations might appear the same, it was very different.

For one, Elgorath was the Primordial of Memory, not the Primordial of Parallel Realities, and he acted as a sort of conduit that pushed away anyone who wanted to touch the Parallel Dimension, preventing them from only skimming on the surface of that river… However, Nyxara was the Primordial of Soul, or the Primordial of Consciousness as she should have been originally called, and Fate was just a small part of her powers.

It was as if while Elgorath was made to block out those who would touch the Parallel Realities, Nyxara was being suppressed, and the majority of her powers were stripped away from her.

With all of this in mind, perhaps the true reason she was chasing after the power of her fellow Ancient Primordials was not because of a lust for power, but a desire for completion. That weird, corrupted light that arose from the fusion of soul and light, perhaps it was not a strange and unknown force but the full truth of the real situation… that she was regaining what she had lost. Of all the Ancient Primordials, why was she so different? Her talent of Origin Fusion was not normal, but if her true form was the Primordial of Consciousness itself, which was the foundation for all seventh-dimensional immortals, then she should not even be called a Primordial but something else.

There were layers to this game that defied meaning at a glance, but he was Eulxhu, he was Truth, and one way or the other, he was going to get to the root of everything.

If Elgorath had been the Primordial of the true form of the sixth dimension, then Eos would have been more fearful of him, and so, as it was, Elgorath was now a key he would use to begin figuring out the truth.

To avoid complications, Eos decided that he was going to play with these two Primordials for the moment so he could draw out more of their abilities, and the moment the last three arrive, he would lock down the entirety of the Hollow, and the true hunt would begin.

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From the moment Eos pushed back Elgorath and Xyris and swung his blade, all of these thoughts had passed through his mind, and they were nearly instantaneous.

Originally, the force of his swing would have cut Xyris in two, which was not enough to kill the Ancient Primordial of Time, but would have held him back long enough for Elgorath to be dealt with. Eos reduced the power of his blade, sending out the force in the form of a blade light.

The blade light caught Xyris across the chest, carving a deep gash that spilled purple sand. These sands were stolen seconds leaking like blood. Eos may have reduced the power of his blows, but while the Ancient Primordials were fighting him with their Origin power alone, he was fighting them with the light of his Origin Land… Now, this power might seem simple on the surface, but it was nothing but terrible when everything was placed into consideration.

For one, the light of his Origin Land contained hundreds of Origin Forces, all of which came from every New Primordial who had rooted their Origin Force inside Eos’s body.

Right now, Eos has not perfected the method to completely fuse all of these powers together because he left a large part of it open, so every new Primordial that is born, their Origin Power would be integrated into this technique.

For now, this technique was at five percent completion and already its powers were slowly becoming matchless, and Xyris was the second to taste the power of his light as he howled in pain like a dog thrown into a furnace, his voice echoing in reverse as his own time powers turned inward in a desperate attempt to purge the light of Eos away from his system.

His body aged and regressed in spasms. First, his flesh rotted, then reformed before rotting again. His purple bones cracked audibly, splintering like glass under pressure.

Elgorath, seeing the desperate situation of Xyris, charged through the second dimension and appeared behind Eos, and began to rake golden claws across Eos’s back. Flesh tore in long, bloody furrows, exposing spine and ribs, causing golden blood to spray out in arcs, which painted the ground in glistening patterns.