The Primordial Record

Chapter 2161  Tear Silence Apart

Luminous Silence, already fracturing under the weight of hundreds of definitions, was now impaled by the very concept of Revelation carrying them. With his own hands, he had torn apart a greater portion of his body, although as a Luminious, he was eternal, and it would only take time, and he would recover… but it was a shame that he was fighting against a being who had slowly developed to become a supreme predator.

Primordial Light, in his final moments, made the silence, meant to negate, forced to witness the definitions it was trying to destroy.

An eraser forced to become the thing it was erasing. A thing forced to be both the killer and the victim.

The contradiction was absolute.

Luminious Silence’s conceptual form was still massive even after seventy percent of it was destroyed. However, this contradiction at his core was the final stroke, and the sphere detonated. This explosion did not release much energy, because it was releasing a force greater than energy, and that was concepts.

It was an explosion of meaning on a scale that could be barely comprehended.

From the very beginning of Existence when Luminious Silence was born, every concept he had ever touched, every Primordial he had unmade, every definition he had been forced to bear, erupted outward. Primordial Light, in his last act, did not know the significance of what he had done, but he had taken apart a Luminious in a way that it was never meant to be, and then the shattering of this layer of the Eternal Tower was the least of the repercussions that were going to happen.

The Origin of the slain Incarnations burst out of the exploding silence, and they were not the only things that escaped.

Inside Luminious Silence were a host of unknown powers gathered from countless Existences in the past, and with his shattering, they began to escape their tomb of silence.

And in the heart of the detonation, Primordial Light did not survive. He was obliterated. But his final act gave form to the chaos.

He became the enduring memory of the definitions, the reason why the new state of silence would persevere, utterly weakening this Luminious.

The massive sphere of Luminious Silence contracted, and from it a figure was spat out… It was Luminious Silence.

He was now incredibly weak and could no longer take his conceptual form; in fact, if not for his perverse bloodline that gave him an impossible amount of vitality, he would be dead a billion times over.

He resembled an extremely handsome man with pale hair and skin, and his wings were shriveled and twisted, and they dragged on the ground behind him.

His body was covered in pale green slime as if he had just been born from the womb, which was not far from the truth.

Luminious Silence had preserved his life by essentially giving birth to himself again. He took the smallest uncorrupted parts of silence and pushed them out of his dying conceptual body, but the taint still remained inside this body, and he was reborn, fragile and weak.

He looked up in panic and saw that he was surrounded by what was left of the Incarnations; there were about three hundred of them, and they had been watching him in silence.

Luminous Silence looked at them and laughed, “You bastards have no idea what… unphfm…”

Whatever he was about to say was blocked when one of the Incarnation seized him by the head, covering his entire face.

He felt another hand grab his right hand, then his left, and soon his legs were also grabbed, making it so that he was lifted from the ground and stretched out.

Luminious Silence groaned in pain as his fragile wings were grabbed, and then pressure was applied to his body as he was slowly being torn apart.

“Ugh… Stop….”

Cracks and tearing sounds were erupting from his body as his body was being dissected at the core. It may appear on the surface that his body was being pulled apart, but every particle in his body was being taken apart.

His scream could not even emerge from his chest, and he was torn apart, but he was not still dead, not yet…

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ORIGIN REALM – ORIGIN REALM OF SPATIAL HARMONY

The chains of End shattered around the remaining Primordials chained to the earth as Eva’s strike reverberated through the fabric of the Origin Realm.

Myrra’s body convulsed, the black ichor of her corrupted essence spraying across the infinite expanse, each drop sizzling against the light of the Archai webs that bound her. There was disbelief in her face, and she screamed in fury, her form flickering between the elegant figure of a Primordial and something far older and more terrible than anything that could be found inside Existence.

The shape that appeared below Myrra was a writhing mass of geometric shadows that whispered in languages older than this Existence, and you could glimpse vast wings bigger than the entirety of the Origin Realms.

“You think your little light can hold me?” Myrra’s voice fractured into a chorus of dissonant tones, each word peeling layers of reality like rotting skin. “I have unmade Existences before your Grand Creator learned to crawl!”

Eva did not flinch as she looked at this being that would cause even the Ancient Primordials to falter. She just glanced at the blade still holding Myrra up in space, and she smiled, and the blade of stars pulsed, driving deeper into Myrra’s chest, and behind her, the hundred Archai tightened their threads of light.

The webs constricted, squeezing Myrra’s form until cracks of blinding white light appeared along her shadowy flesh. “You forget where you stand,” Eva said, her voice calm, almost pitying. “This is not your hunting ground. This is our home, and we have been waiting.”

Below, Aetheron’s body had nearly dissolved into golden mist, yet his laugh echoed across the realm, weak but triumphant. “Told you,” he rasped, his remaining eye fixed on the struggling traitor. “Pathetic.”

Myrra snarled and detonated a portion of her own essence. The blast was silent, as it was a sphere of absolute negation that swallowed light, sound, and causality. This blast was so powerful that it would have erased hundreds of the Primordials here, but three Archai moved forward and absorbed the blast from Myrra, and they dissolved instantly, their threads of light snapping like overstretched wires.

Eva staggered, her blade wavering, and in that heartbeat of weakness, Myrra tore herself free, leaving a chunk of her shadow-core impaled on Eva’s weapon.