The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1806

Chapter 1806: The Curse (final)

“Going back to my analogy of the snake and the pool. I wonder if the corruption that transformed this infinite space to Limbo came as a result of the event that created Primordials or the excessive killings of Realities caused Limbo to be filled with madness.” Rowan slowly said.

“If a mortal dies and he rots, the decay produces muasma that changes their surroundings. If enough mortals die, then this miasma can become corruption. The death of immortals is worse, changing space and time, even fate and destinies are affected. What do you think happens when Realities, which are the breeding ground of mortals and immortals, perish?”

“If they had died naturally, then I believe their death would not have had much of a consequence on the grand scheme of creation, but the hunger of the Primordials knew no bounds, and they slaughtered too much.”

“All of these deaths created corruption of such a profound level that it began to corrupt even this infinite space, and it came to have a name, Limbo, don’t you feel it, Telmus?”

The ball of Limbo pressing down on the Nascent Primordial was now extremely close to him, and with Telmus’s stubborn character, he refused to back down again; instead, he peered into the darkness of Limbo with avid attention.

“That stare you feel running across your skin, it is the weight of a billion dead Realities crying out in anguish. The sheer slaughter of so many of them had transformed this place into an abscess. It is the proof that in the grand calculus of the multiverse, some sufferings are too profound, too unjust, to simply fade away.”

Telmus swallowed, horror growing in his eyes, “How could such a thing be allowed to happen? Was there no one who should have stopped this madness from reaching this level?”

Rowan shrugged, a hint of tiredness in his eyes that even his endurance could not wash away, “If they had any competition in the beginning, it certainly did not last. The strength of the Primoridials grew too fast, so that it became meaningless to oppose them. Although they could consume a single Origin Force from every Reality they conquered, the quantity they had consumed became qualitative, and they became monsters that would feast upon the infinite bounties of Limbo for all eternity.”

Rowan pointed to Eva and Telmus, “You might think the Peimordials within Reality are powerful, after all, you have tasted what it is like to be a Primordial, and you know in your soul that apart from me and the rest of the Primordials inside of Reality, there is no one who can match you, even if all of Reality comes against you, they all shall fall, and yet, me, the Primordials within, hold only a fraction of the Origin Force contained by those seven above.”

Focusing on Telmus, Rowan made a peculiar move with his fingers, drawing out all the nascent origin from his flesh, causing Telmus to gasp in shock. Telmus Origin took the shape of a long blade, with eight strange colors swirling around it.

Squeezing his fist, Rowan shattered the blade into eight individual components. Each component was a Will that came together to create a unique and singular Origin Force.

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