The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1803

Chapter 1803: Brewing Wine Fit For Primordials

The body of Primordial Memory froze before exploding into pieces of light and shadows. These pieces were about to vanish when the mysterious being that had attacked the Primordial froze all of space and time for an area encompassing three percent of the entirety of Reality!

Three percent might not seem like a lot on the surface, but this degree of influence had encompassed a multitude of dimensions and an innumerable number of worlds.

With the power of a Primordial, this Incarnation of Primordial Memory was able to travel across Reality quite quickly, and nothing should have the power to stop its escape, but the Archai that had attacked was a power that none had seen before.

Fishing across Reality, the Archai gathered all the scattered pieces of Primordial Memory and squeezed them into a ball.

Vraegar had no idea what had just happened. In his perception, he had seen an unknown figure crush a Primordial in front of him as if they were swatting away a pest, and in the blink of an eye, that figure was now holding a ball of screaming malevolence in one hand, which Vraegar was ninety-nine percent sure was the previous Primordial.

Still, he heard the voice of the being before they crushed Primordial Memory, and he knew without question that this being was here by the Will of his father.

The being should be faceless, but a careful splash of light and shadow gave its face a form, and it was both extremely beautiful and eerie at the same time, as if looking at a black and white picture that had become three-dimensional.

An unknown rune made of light was engraved on its chest that seemed to pulse with its breathing, and when Vraegar tried to glimpse the rune, a splitting headache that nearly tore his soul in two made him flinch and look away. However, he pushed through the pain and spoke.

"Thank you for saving our lives," Vraegar bowed with his head. "How may I refer to you so that I can burn ashes to your name in my time of meditation?"

The being spread out its wings of hardened black light, which covered the heavens of this entire dimension, and it spoke to Vraegar in a voice that touched every part of his flesh, soul, and Will.

"I am of the Archai," the being touched the rune on their chest, "I am an Anchor of Reality, and I have no name, call me what you wish. Vraegar, I am here to take you away for your training. Say your goodbyes to your friends; they will not be seeing you for a long time."

The dragon swallowed. There were many words he needed to say, but most of them were suppressed by his excitement, and he could not just leave his companions behind,

"Will they be safe? Just because the Primordial could not get to me does not mean he won’t try to kill them all out of spite." Vraegar asked, surprised at the level of attachment he had developed after such a short time with the group.

"Do not fear for their fate," the Archai replied, "There is a grand adventure waiting for them ahead. Their Destiny is different from yours."

Vraegar was silent for a while before he bowed towards the Archai once more, and when he looked up, the being had vanished.

It would seem that the power of his father as a Creator had taken a great step forward; his creations could now battle Primordials! Also, Vraegar was dimly aware of the mysteries behind the Elythrii, and he had wondered what lies ahead for them in the future.

Looking around, the dragon began to rouse the others from sleep, slowly realizing how suspicious it was that they had all fallen to this state before the Primordial had arrived.

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Telmus, the Nascent Primordial of Defiant Ascension, should have been waiting for his meeting with Rowan, the Eclipsed Creator, but his nose had twitched when he detected a lovely aroma emerging from another portion of this living castle.

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