The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1769

Chapter 1769: Corrupting The Seed

Elura the Empyrean of Life had given birth to eight children, and the first seven were primal entities, born from the forces of nature. Rowan had no chance of knowing his siblings before they were killed by the Reflections of the Eye of Time, and their bloodlines warped into the monsters known as the Gods of Trion.

After the destruction of that planet and all it stood for, Rowan harvested his family’s bloodlines. At first, it was out of a solemn need to put the issues of the past to rest, but as he grew more powerful and began unlocking the mysteries of his past, Rowan began to search deeper into the core of these bloodlines.

His present level was far above that of Elura and the Eye of Time, making it particularly easy for him to discern the truths. His brothers and sister were born pure, free of the machinations of the Primordials.

When Elura, the Empyrean of Life, was born and sent to the lower realms in preparation for Rowan’s birth, she did as her nature had dictated and created life from the forces around her.

Her seven children, Truiplop, Hekaton, Metagei, Pyanop, Yuleti, Maimak, and Anthesterion, were the product of her essence without the corruption of the Primordials, and although they were not sentient in any manner that a mortal would understand, they were aware and noble.

They loved their mother and protected Trion and many other planets in the galaxy. When the Primordials were ready to begin their plans to unveil the secrets of Eosah, they activated their pawn, the Eye of Time. Elura was seized by the Third Prince and made to become the womb, where one part of Eos’ consciousness was to be born, Romion.

His siblings were never part of the grand design, even the perpetrators themselves, who were responsible for birthing a portion of Eos’s consciousness, were not aware of their part in the entire saga.

His siblings were killed, but they were not mortal beings whose essence was easily dissipated. In death, they were still aware, and the Reflections knew of this, so instead of allowing them to rest in peace, their bodies and souls were crafted into God Sparks, and the Gods of Trion were born.

Rowan was now a powerful Creator. He was able to extract the essence of his siblings from the remains of Trion and slowly nurtured them.

Originally, he believed that with his powers, he could give them a lifetime of bliss, but his siblings were all like him, stubborn, loyal, and vengeful.

Of all the Thrones made by the Primordial, Telmus possessed the power of the bloodline of Trion, essentially making Telmus Rowan’s little cousin. This made this entire battle a family affair, and the Primordials, like always, were the ones who interfered with their family.

When his siblings were aware of the battle between their descendants and Rowan, it was inevitable that they chose to be part of it... Like him, they now understood the actual cause of their mother’s pain, and they came for blood.

’Romion has been fighting alone for too long, brothers, sister, it is time for us to do our share.’

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When the transformation began, Rowan pulled back his influence from the seed in order to give his siblings the power to make their bodies without his interference, and the result surprised him.

A loud roar that caused the audience in the arena to roar alongside, as the cry ignited something inside the souls of all who heard it.

The roar was alien and utterly familiar, filled with the pain of loss and the quest for vengeance. Telmus stood steady as a shockwave tore past him and slammed into the edges of the Arena, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

He could have interrupted the transformation, but why would he need to do something so despicable? It was not as if he were afraid. In his heart was a faint sound like the demon’s voice, and Telmus suppressed it, giving all his attention to the emerging power in front of him.

Then, everything changed.

Telmus could feel a surge of darkness and malevolence rising from beneath the Arena, believing that Primordial Demon wanted to act against him for his act of defiance, Telmus grinned, he wanted to fight against Rowan alone, but he was not against fighting Xylos at the same time.

In the next breath, however, Telmus discovered that the target of this darkness was not him, but...

"BOOM!"

An eruption of despair and madness burst out of the Arena, pouring into the seed that had begun to transform, corrupting the process of resurrection, and making a mockery out of the resurrection of the seven.

Telmus screamed in anger as the mocking voice of the Primordial Demon crept into his soul,

"If you think this battle will go according to your wish, then you have no idea what forces you toy with."

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A cold so intense it burned sliced through the arena as Yuleti’s lineage was torn away. The clarity of ice, the patience of glaciers, and the unyielding nature of the deepest frost were forced into the coalescing horror. It formed the second leg, a pillar of perfectly clear, blue-black ice that smoked with absolute zero, its surface impossibly smooth and hard. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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