The Primordial Record

Chapter 2134  None Shall Pass

Most of them were hosts from the Ancient Primordial’s armies, but some of them came from the Temple of End, and those were usually the ones that had to be looked out for because they had unexpected abilities that needed to be properly suppressed before things went out of hand.

With the birth of the fourth generation of Primordials, the number of Primordials in the Origin Realms had neared eight hundred, and that meant that at every moment, there were at least fifty Primordials in the space above the Origin Realms, defending it at all times from Primordial-level threats that roamed the heavens.

The fifth generation of Primordials was on the verge of being born, as they had all gone into seclusion for their final retreat, and because their number was around ten thousand, it meant the fifth generation would be the generation where Primordials would take charge of all the Origin Spaces of the ten thousand Origin Realms, and would mark the shift in the number of Pimordials inside them.

It was expected that the sixth generation of Primordials would number in the hundreds of thousands, and at that time, they would be the ones to attack and no longer defend. But would the enemy give the Origin Realms the chance to accumulate power to such an extent before they attacked with their entire army?

Telmus, the Primordial of Defiant Ascension, knew that the enemy would not wait, and for a hundred million years, he had been preparing his blade for this day.

He was standing high above the Origin Realms, and below him, the endless battle raged, but Telmus had his eyes closed, and anything that mistakenly drifted towards him, whether they were in the levels of Primordials, would not last a single second before an invisible slash tore them in two.

For a while now, Telmus had been pushing for the fifth level of Defiant Ascension, and he felt like he was close to it, yet that slight gap between the fourth and the fifth level of Defiant Ascension was wider than a great chasm.

He was missing something essential, and there was no one who would be able to aid him but himself. The advantages and disadvantages of the New Path of Primordials were stark; without great personal talent and greater luck, you would never be able to see the higher levels of your Origin.

When Eos shattered the first Ancient Origin inside the Hollow, leading to the ascension of one of his Incarnation situated in one of the Origin Realms, Telmus opened his eyes as he sensed the Tribulation that was beginning to arise around the Incarnation below, and in the blink of an eye, across the entire Origin Realms, hundreds of Eos’s Incarnation began to reach the Primordial level, and Telmus knew that the time had come.

He sighed; it seemed that the period for the gentle contemplation of his Origin was over, and now it was a time for war.

If Eos had begun to make this step, it was a sign that the end of the war had started, and the job of Telmus and all the Primordials was to keep the Origin Realms safe because the entirety of Existence depended on the safety of these realms.

“So, it begins,” he muttered to himself, and it did not take long before he felt and heard the crack that resounded across Existence as the gate that led to the blackened scar, the home of the Ancient Primordial, tore open, and their denizens in all of their endless numbers began to emerge.

The distance separating the Origin Realms from the Blackened Scar would take an eternity to cross using conventional means, but nothing of the Ancient Primordials was conventional, and they had many Primordial-level creatures in their armies, numbering in the millions! It would not take a lot for them to tear through space-time and create a passage linking their home to the Origin Realms.

Telmus looked at the armies battling below and then to the ten thousand Origin Realms, each a colossal domain pulsing with the lifeblood of countless universes, realities, and sentient beings, and stood as the last bulwarks against the encroaching power of dissolution.

Eos had told Telmus of the Origin of all life inside the Origin Realms, and it was not hard for a Primordial like him to figure out the karma linking the past lives of those that were being born in the Origin Realms to the present, and he had seen some of gis friends and enemies of the past being reborn in the present, but they would never know of their past, not unless they reach the level of Primordial.

The space beside Telmus rippled, and an Archai stepped through. Telmus regarded the ethereal warriors of light and causality that usually patrolled the boundaries of Existence, its form shifting like liquid starfire, and was ever ready to enforce the will of Eos.

“Speak,” Telmus said to the Archai, and it nodded at Primordial, “Lord Eos battles with the Ancient Primordials, and they would not interfere with this war as long as he remains standing, and so you are free to unveil your light Telmus, do not let them conquer more then half the Origin Realms, else everything would be too late?”

“Half?” Telmus sneered, “Let me see them take even one!”

“Be careful, warrior,” the Archai gestured towards the distance, showing Telmus the endless immensity that was about to fall on the Origin Realms. “The armies created by the Ancient Primordials are not mere soldiers; they were infinite hordes of entropy incarnate, each creature a perversion designed to devour not just bodies, but souls, memories, time, logic, and life itself.”

As the Archai spoke, it showed Telmus all the information they had been gathering in secret about the army, the Soulwraiths, Abyssal Brood, Paradox Behemoths, Chronophages, Memorivores, and Necroflores numbered beyond reckoning, their ranks swelling eternally from the devoured remnants of sacrificed realms, and the Ancient Primordial’s endless hunger.

“Let them come, Archai, like their masters, they shall all fall,”

Telmus stretched forth his hand, and his spear manifested upon it, and with a single thrust, the battlefield below suddenly went silent, and the billions of corrupted creatures battling below suddenly collapsed. Only a few Primordial entities still clung to life, but they were losing their Origin Essence with no way to stop the leakage, and it was only a matter of time before they perished.

With a mournful howl, fifty Primordial-level creatures chose to detonate their essence, causing fifty bright supernovae to shine over the entirety of the Origin Realms and reveal a long dark scar that had suddenly appeared overhead, where the heartbeats of a host of monsters could be heard through it.