The Primordial Record

Chapter 2114  A Piece of Truth (3)

Eos grunted with frustration inside his mind as he staggered. The pain from the injuries was a white-hot roar in his mind, and he found it interesting that this pain was not what he should feel but what the Eos from other Parallel Realities would feel, and Elgorath was forcing him to feel this pain, and mostly this was because Eos was permitting it to happen.

Still, he was also aware that Elgorath was not using the full weight of the powers of the sixth dimension, just because he did not want Eos to figure out the truth, but Eos could also play this game because he was learning certain tips and tricks about wielding the sixth dimension from watching the actions of Elgorath.

While the Ancient Primordial was carving into his back, Eos spun and drove the Destroyer into Elgorath’s thigh. The blade sank deep, as his Origin light flooded the wound, Elgorath’s leg buckled before the entire limb turned to golden dust.

He fell to one knee, roaring, experiencing the pain that caused Xyris to almost go mad, and he surged forward to grab Eos by the throat. Eos pulled back, but Elgorath’s hand passed through the proto-dimension and caught his neck. Elgorath grinned when he saw the surprise in Eos’s eyes, and he dug his claws into Eos’s throat, piercing the windpipe and crushing cartilage. Blood bubbled from Eos’s mouth as he seemed to be gasping for air that wouldn’t come, not that anyone here needed to breathe or that there was air inside the Hollow.

Xyris, chest still leaking purple sand, saw the state of Eos that was being ravaged by Elgorath, and a part of himmust have believed that Eos’s powers were more devastating from a distance and not upclose.

From everything going on, this appeared to be the case because Xyris had watched Eos repeatedly suffering grievious injuries from the hands of Elgorath, who was not the best close combat fighter, and pushing aside the pain of his body fighting against itself, Xyris conjured all the power of time he had access to and flung it towards Eos, causing him to freeze in place for a moment.

A moment was all he needed as he surged forward and plunged his hand into Eos’s open back wound, and with quick fingers, he located Eos’s ribs and wrapped his hands around them.

Eos’s ribs were like pillars of eternity, incredibly hard, but Xyris conjured power from all across time, and purple light exploded out of his arms that painted half of the Hollow in a shade of purple.

Yelling with everything he had, Xyris pulled, and the ribs he was holding cracked before tearing free in a spray of bone fragments and golden mist.

Eos grunted as pain exploded through him, with his vision blackening at the edges. He was more surprised than pained that Primordial Time was able to injure him to this extent, and it did not help that Xyris was laughing, with his voice having a weird reverse cackling sound that Eos found to be very irritating.

With the stolen rib, Xyris howled as he drove them both into Eos’s face, attempting to pierce his eyes and impale his entire head with them, but Eos moved back, and the ribs were slammed into his shoulders like stakes. The ribs had pierced through his muscles, and they grated against his joint.

This battle seemed very barbaric on the surface, but the true damage was not coming from the flesh that was being torn or the bones being crushed… the real damage was the poisonous Origin Force being poured inside the bodies of their opponents.

The Primordial level was the final level inside Existence, and what made the Ancient Primordial dangerous was the sheer number and power of their Origin Essence.

If you liken the power of Primordials to poisonous snakes, then if a normal snake, which is an average Primordial, attacks an enemy, the venom they could deposit in the body of their enemy may be a few dozen drops… dangerous, but their opponent may dissolve this venom with an antivenom, but for the Ancient Primordials, the amount of venom they could deposit, especially now that they had refined their powers to this extent were measured in gallons.

At this time, inside Existence, Eos was the only being at the Primordial level that was capable of withstanding the venom of the Ancient Primordial. Death, who had been equally as capable, was dead… but that did not mean he was not being damaged or was not experiencing great pain that may lead to his destruction if he was not careful.

With Xyris behind and Elgorath in front of him, Eos was almost fed up with holding back because he was discovering that he would not be able to do this for long without suffering an injury that was almost impossible to recover from.

He headbutted Elgorath, his forehead smashing into the Ancient Primordial’s face with a crunch, as the golden framework of his body shattered. Elgorath’s nose exploded in a burst of golden light, as the blood of memory sprayed across both their faces.

Eos twisted free, his throat still torn and bleeding, and swung the Destroyer in a motion that seemed blind but was carefully calculated. The blade caught Xyris’s arm, severing it at the elbow in a fountain of purple sand and ethereal gore, and the arm fell, twitching, fingers opening and closing as if remembering the memories of clutching a portion of Eos’s rib.

Xyris screamed and backed off from Eos, but his confidence had grown with his successful attack, and he sent out an impossible burst of reversed time that looped around Eos in a burst of temporal brilliance that would have been enchanting if not for their grim purpose.

Eos’s wounds rewound momentarily, his flesh knitted together, and his bones mended, but Xyris’s technique was not meant to heal Eos, as time was suddenly accelerated forward and the wounds that were healing tore open, causing golden blood to spray in wide arcs.

The cycle was barbaric and repeated itself almost an infinite amount of time in less than a second, causing wounds to heal, then tear apart, before healing again, and Eos’s body convulsed in agony as muscles shredded themselves in the loop. He vomited golden blood, choking on it as his throat tore and healed and tore again.

All of these surface injuries were a representation of what was happening to the Origin Forces inside their bodies, and were a fair assessment of how much damage they were doing to each other.

Elgorath rose, eyes filled with rage, as he acknowledged that Eos was fighting them with the power of less than a thousand of his Primordials; how many of them would be his match if he had ten thousand Primordials under him or a million… they had truly underestimated his progress.

Half of his legs were golden dust, and were not healing as the Origin forces of Eos were still ravaging it, but it did not stop him from crawling and grabbing Eos from behind.

They could not give this bastard time to recover and had to be constantly pressing him, because the moment he was given the chance to think, none of them could equal his martial might.

It was a good thing that the rest of the Ancient Primordials were coming, but Elgorath could not help but look around, expecting the figure of Nyxara to emerge.

‘Where the fuck is that wretched bitch?’ he raged inside his heart.