The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1773

Chapter 1773: Edge Of Defeat

Telmus might seem to be at the edge of defeat, but he could not understand that this brought no relief to Primordial Demon, for the demon knew the potential of Telmus and understood that time was this warrior’s greatest advantage.

Telmus needed to be immediately crushed, else all the demon’s advantage was gone. However, with its center shattered, the ability for Primordial Demon to push essence into the Ancestors of Trion had diminished, and Xylos, the Primordial Demon, instantly understood that his chance for winning had just turned to zero.

Telmus seemed on the edge of defeat. It was as if, at any moment, he would be swept away by the barrage of seven opponents whose powers had reached the level of Primordials.

Yet the Primordials saw far, and they could see the rising momentum in the heart of the warrior, as it seemed he had finally found his footing. What accelerated this process was the move that Rowan had made, which more than ensured that Telmus would win.

Primordial Demon asked Primordial Life, "Would you watch your work be unraveled before our sight?"

"What will be will be," Life spoke slowly, "We have been beaten in this area of the game, focus on what’s next."

"There is still a chance to change this outcome." Primordial Demon argued.

Primordial Life shook his head, sending a wave of refutation, "No, that would fall into his game. This next part of it, let me be the one to make the move. I believe I have something that flips the board."

Saying this, he looked at Primordial Imagination and smiled.

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Telmus was surrounded by a chaotic rampage that could extinguish his life if he made a single mistake, but he was calm. The first attacks needed to be defended against, and that was all he needed to take a basic measure of his opponents. Unfolding Lotus was used perfectly, and despite the strain of holding all of this power back, Telmus was still in control.

As the last of the initial barrage was negated, his spin halted. He chose his first target: the Vessel of Pyanop, because it was the most dispersed and the least cohesive. A weakness, and in battle, you always target the weakness.

Not even thinking about his next move, Telmus just followed his heart and unleashed his River-Cutting sword form, and his body became a single, piercing motion. His will-blade led the way, its point aimed at the heart of the swirling autumn leaves. He didn’t try to cut through the whirlwind; he cut the idea of the whirlwind.

Killing a concept, Telmus discovered, was the way to hurt a Primordial.

The blade pierced the chaotic mass. There was no impact, only a silent cessation as the swirling leaves, the whispering husks, the essence of barren autumn—all simply unraveled and vanished around the point of his thrust.

The form of Pyanop collapsed in on itself with a sound like a final, weary sigh, and was gone. The Will of Primordial Demon infecting the body of Pyanop had no chance to escape before it was destroyed in its entirety; it could not even scream.

’One.’

Telmus turned towards the others, noticing that seven green leaves were beginning to swirl around his body, but noticing no intent for his harm, he allowed it to happen. He was confident that he would be able to respond even if this was to change.

The others reacted with furious speed. A root from Truiplop erupted from the cracked disc beneath his feet. Telmus was already moving, his preternatural battlefield awareness—a gift from countless centuries of real war and eons of mental combat with Xylos—allowing him to anticipate the attack. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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