The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1802

Chapter 1802: You Will Not

The small group of immortals and mortals who escaped the Arena, Vraegar, Fury, the two Mage siblings, and the Elythrii had not separated because they were traveling together through the Passage of Time to leave the vicinity of the previous Reality-shaking battle as far behind as possible.

To previously access the Passage of Time, an immortal needed to be at the eighth-dimensional level with significant control over the streams of time they controlled.

However, with the many changes across Reality arising from the surge of Primordial Essence leading to the rise of countless Old Ones, the Passage of Time had become nearly the only road to travel through Reality.

With the destruction of the Frozen Road, traveling across the dimensions had been perilous; however, as more immortals easily found their Destinies in this Era, the Passage of Time became the de facto road for all immortals.

There were various reasons why the Passage of Time was selected instead of a ‘new road’ being built to replace the destruction of the Frozen Road, and it was primarily because of the distance that could be easily covered using it.

In the Passage of Time, the power of Space was suppressed to the limit, and Time was almost still, meaning that vast distances could be crossed across Reality almost instantaneously. To the layman, it was almost like teleportation.

There were dangers to traveling with this road; these dangers were myriad, including the whispers from some unknown being that would inevitably drive one to madness, but these dangers had been studied, and ways to reduce them had been found and perfected.

In the case of the whispers that led to madness, it was well known that any immortal who traveled within the Passage of Time for more than seven hours would begin hearing the whispers, and by the ninth hour, madness would occur; in the tenth, only death remained.

The group had been traveling through the passage for a while, and they were nearing the ninth hour. Vraegar and Fury had been protecting the rest from the whispers of the Passage, but even these two were not confident enough to resist the madness that would occur on the ninth hour.

They did not think they had gone far enough from the Arena, but they needed to leave the passage, and Fury was the one to tear a road through space and time, allowing the group to emerge in real space.

When they fled the Arena, they had not picked any particular destination; they only proceeded in a direction that was away from any known Primordial Domain, and so when the group emerged from the Passage of Time, they found themselves in an unknown fifth-dimensional realm.

This realm, like all dimensions, was unique. There were no mountains here, only an endless plain covered by powdery snow that went no deeper than three inches.

Weather like this was nothing to the beings in this group, and they settled around a fire created by Fury, who was shrinking a dozen suns and placing them in a pit.

This act of magic and power left the Elythrii fascinated. Despite all they had seen, there was something special about the application of Will in this Reality that was highly compelling.

Also in the Realm of the Elythrii, there were no conventional suns like those found inside this Reality. There were stars, of course, but their suns were six powerful oceans of radiance that crossed the endless skies above, and their stars were almost a sentient furnace of vitality.

Perhaps it was the strain of witnessing a Primordial-level battle, but the Elythrii gathered around and slept, and then the Mages followed suit. Finally, Fury closed his eyes in meditation, leaving only Vraegar awake.

The dragon did not know when it happened, but someone had joined the group for a while now, sitting by the fire, and none of them had been aware of it.

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