The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1797

Chapter 1797: Loss and Sacrifice

The audience in the Arena had barely had the time to digest the thrilling battle between Telmus and the seven titans when Rowan arrived, and his consciousness reshaped Reality.

The Elythrii were the few who were not pressured to the ground like the others, and it was because they recognized the force that had held this Reality in his grasp, and he was Eos, the Creator who gave them a paradise in Elython.

Since they were no longer wearing the form of the Eldar and gloriously showing their true Elythrii bodies to all, their uniqueness became especially noticeable, as the subtle connection that binds all Elythrii and the fact that the energy surrounding them seemed to be alive was extremely apparent.

The Elythrii’s resilience against the highest forces of creation appearing in the Arena was quickly detected by the immortals around them, Fury, Vraegar, the two Mages, who called themselves Kacius and Lila, Seed, the mysterious old man, and finally Ghribba, the Silver Queen.

The presence of the Elythrii seemed to grow stronger with the appearance of Rowan, creating a rippling effect that strengthened the immortals around them, making them rise from the ground.

Vraegar looked at them, a complex emotion in his eyes that were hard to decipher, and then, looking upwards at the he spoke, "This is no longer a place for us, prepare yourself for what would come, the Primordials would not accept anyone who can challenge their dominion."

His words were prophecy because the intent to battle began to rise as the first sign of what was to come was not a sound, but a cessation of one.

The Elythrii’s stabilizing presence was cut off. Their five heads snapped upward in perfect unison. Vraegar, whose senses were tuned to the deep, slow frequencies of existence, felt a tremor in the fabric of spacetime itself, a wrongness that predated sound and light. Fury’s fiery hair flared, not with warmth, but with a sharp, warning heat.

Then the sky of the Arena tore.

Through it were glimpses of figures whose presence was an assault on reality. The Five Primordials. Their forms, vast, terrible, and difficult to comprehend—shifting patterns of absolute power that made the eyes water and the mind recoil. And facing them, a solitary figure coalescing from scarred spacetime: Rowan.

The words that passed between them were not heard with ears. It was felt in the soul. It was the vibration of a fundamental law declaring war on other fundamental laws. Rowan was challenging the entire Peimordials to battle. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The immortals in the Arena, beings who had ruled galaxies and lived for millions, even billions of years, were suddenly made aware of their own profound smallness. They were mayflies witnessing the collision of stars.

"We must go," Seed said, his voice calm but carrying an urgency that brooked no argument. It was the first time many had heard him speak, and the sound was like the earth itself giving a warning.

Looking at each other, they silently agreed and followed the Old Man, heading towards the exit of this realm.

"I thought you would want to watch the chaos, Fury," Vraegar chuckled, bringing a hint of warmth inside their group whose hearts were filled with unease by being near such powerful entities above.

Fury growled, "Unlike you, I am not an idiot, damned dragon. I know when to fight and when to run. This is the time to run."

The battle began, and to the senses of the immortals here, it was not an exchange of blows; it was a rewriting of local physics. The first clash between Rowan and the Primordials did not create a shockwave; it created a zone of null-probability.

A quarter of the Arena, along with the billions of immortals seated there, simply ceased to be. They didn’t die; they were retroactively edited out of existence.

There was a pause as if those present could not understand what they had just witnessed, and then panic, pure and primal, erupted. It was not the orderly flight of powerful beings. It was a rout. A stampede of gods and demigods, their magnificent powers rendered trivial, scrambling over each other to reach the Abyssal Gates.

Beings who could snuff out suns were crushed underfoot by panicked titans. Spells of teleportation fizzled; the spatial layers were locked, twisted by the Primordials’ presence. The only way out was on foot, through the pre-ordained gates.

"Stay together!" Fury shouted, his voice a beacon in the psychic storm. He raised his hands, and a shield of Phoenix fire erupted around their small group—Vraegar, the five Elythrii, Seed, Ghribba, and the two mages. It was a feeble barrier against the energies being unleashed, but it was something.

The world around them was unraveling. The sky was now a kaleidoscope of impossible colors and geometries. A stray energy bolt, a mere exhale from the battle above, sliced through the crowd ahead of them.

It wasn’t fire or lightning; it was a ribbon of accelerated time. Those it touched aged through eons in a heartbeat, crumbling to dust that was then scattered by a wind that blew from a direction that did not exist.

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