The Primordial Record

Chapter 2117  A Piece of Truth (Final)

What followed next was one of the bloodiest and most barbaric battles that Eos had ever endured in his life. There were many ways that this fight could have been fought, but Eos believed that it needed to be this way.

To take pain and give back pain a thousand times in return. For so long, a pressing weight on his chest had been growing with no way to find relief, and now in this fight, he was holding back the part of his mind that understood strategy or the bigger picture… he just wanted to brawl out his pain.

Every punch he threw was on the face of one of the people who sat down in their vaunted thrones and planned the death and destruction of countless lives… This may not be the painter, but they were all its tools, and Eos would break them.

The three rolled in the blood-soaked ground. The sight was barbaric and bloody, as their limbs were tangled and gore filled the earth. If the first sentient immortal beings to exist had fought, then it would be like this.

Claws raked flesh, teeth tore skin, bones broke, organs spilled, and golden blood mixed with golden light and purple sand in a slick, steaming mess. This blood represented an impossible amount of Origin Force clashing and corroding against each other, and a single drop of blood from this battle would have poisoned an entire Origin Realm to ash.

Screams echoed across the Hollow, guttural, primal, each one a testament to pain that would break lesser beings. Elgorath’s claws found Eos’s throat again, tearing deeper and shredding his windpipe. He did not wait to fully recover from his core being clipped by Eos’s Destroyer, as he could not wait to tear off Eos’s head.

Choking and drowning in his own blood, Eos slammed the Destroyer into Elgorath’s eye, nearly cutting his head in two. The orb burst in a spray of golden jelly, and Elgorath howled, blinded on one side, no longer knowing the meaning of holding back. Elgorath just poured all of the Origin Force that he had harvested from Death into his arms and began punching Eos in the gut.

The power behind those blows was so great that his fist was sinking into Eos’s stomach, tearing large open wounds, and crushing his internal organs to mush.

Xyris was still tangled with Eos and Elgorath, and he grabbed the only piece of Eos body that he could reach, which was his newly healed leg. Eos was rapidly healing, butalthough he had regained his legs, they were not fully healed to one hundred percent.

Copying his brother, Xyris poured all of the essence of death into Eos’s legs. Xyris had harvested a greater amount of Death than Elgorath, and if they had been lucky to gain the core of Death, then he would have profited more greatly than any of the others except Nyxara… now that the Beast was dead, then there was no reason to hold on to its useless essence.

The leg he was holding on to was aged to the bone as flesh sloughed off in rotten sheets, exposing a femur that cracked under pressure. Eos screamed at the unexpected pain, but he rolled, pinning Xyris, and stabbed the destroyer into his shoulder, shattering bone and nearly decapitating the Primordial as purple sand sprayed like arterial blood, before a punch from Elgorath stopped him from pushing down his blade.

Years passed by in a moment as the fight raged on, powerful shockwaves that would level Realities erupted from the battle, and the Hollow had long become a slaughterhouse. Walls were slick with gore, and the ground had transformed into a mire of blood and viscera. The Beast’s corpse lay forgotten, leaking quietly amid the carnage, its dull eyes overlooking the carnage,

It seemed like a million years had passed, and finally, Eos, blinded by blood, broken in a thousand places, rose on shattered legs. Elgorath and Xyris lay in pools of their own ruin, gasping, twitching, but not dead.

To kill an Ancient Primordial seemed to be harder than even killing Death. Although Eos had been holding back his full might, he had been fighting long enough to realize that although the Ancient Primordials were burning their Origin Force to keep up with him, this Origin Force was not vanishing, but was returning in an odd manner.

This would have perplexed him a while ago, but with his increasing knowledge over the Proto-Dimensions, he understood what was happening, and he almost swore aloud… they were cheating, well, End was cheating.

Like everything that was fully destroyed, when an Origin Force was destroyed, it went to End, a force of profound erasure that still held all endings inside its vault.

The Ancient Primordials had been fighting carelessly since they gained sentience and recovered from their madness. Like children used to wielding the greatest power in Existence, they did not care about techniques or conserving their strength, and their only answer to a wall that would not break was to hit it harder until it crumbled.

In their first fight with Death, they had been burning their Origin Force, and in every fight after that, they had continued burning their Origin Force, of course they had a lot of Origin Force to burn but it was not infinite, and logically, their powers should have been shrinking, but instead over the years, it had been gradually been rising.

In this battle, Eos had finally realized the truth… End was returning back the destroyed Origin back to the Ancient Primordials. This ensured that no matter how much they fought, they would not easily be crushed.

Looking at this from this position, Eos realized that the fall of Asteroath was planned by those behind the scenes. He may not know the full details of that fight, but if the Origin Forces of the Ancient Primordials were always returning, then Death would not be able to easily suppress Asteroath before it was interrupted by the others.

Someone had dictated it was time for Primordial Light to fall, and he no longer enjoyed the benefit of having a limitless Origin Force.

All of this meant that if Eos wanted to kill Elgorath on this day, he must be very sneaky.

His body was slowly healing and he raised his Destroyer, and then with no indication, he began releasing all the seals he had inside his body, and silver flame covered his Destroyer and slowly climbed over his arm, covering his entire body, and Eos became a being that seemed to be made from silver fire, and behind him, a magnificent pair of wings began to rise.

In the distance, the Hollow shook as the last of the Ancient Primordials arrived.