The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1810

Chapter 1810: Sanctuary

Fury and the others were nearly torn apart by the raging storms of light as a billion Angels waged war against each other, and trillions of worlds and stars were crushed to nothing under their relentless wrath.

The Elythrii were particularly vulnerable to the higher-dimensional energies being flung around. Lyra winced as a wave of pure chaos washed over her. "It is too loud, their rage is too loud," she gasped. "There is no harmony here, only senseless conflict. Why fight for a light that gives no warmth?"

They fled this place, their own spirits battered, and if not for the strength of their entire group working as one to escape, they would have all perished.

The revelation of Rowan’s presence was a double-edged sword, and they had seen both edges: paralyzing fear at Aerovah, and destructive, chaotic battle in this celestial domain.

They ran into the Passage of Time, uncaring about their direction, and their journey across a hundred different dimensions began.

After crossing a dozen dimensions, they began to near the realm of the Great Labyrinth, and they came across a dimension filled with silent monasteries, where monks had meditated upon the eternal nature of the Primordials for millennia.

Loud sounds, like earthquakes, pervaded this dimension, and they saw that the great stone tablets containing the teachings of these monks were being systematically shattered.

The monks, after shattering the tablet, chose to sit in silence; they forfeited all claims to life and would remain here until they perished, which might take a long time, seeing that they were all higher-dimensional immortals, with many of them even being Old Ones.

Their ultimate deity was dead, and their theology was dust.

It was a strange sight to witness, and the group was silent as they watched an entire dimension filled with many billions of lives, which chose to remain in silence until death took them.

Leaving this dimension behind, they continued traveling and came across an Eternal Realm!

These Realms, like Doom Star, were special because they were greater than any realm that could be created by an Old One, yet still less potent than a Primordial Domain.

This Eternal Realm was called the Forge-World of Hephaestus Minor, and there were great smiths who had crafted weapons for the Primordials, who were working tirelessly.

However, the focus of their forge had shifted; they no longer chose to work for the Primordials but for Rowan.

The word "Rowan" was never spoken, but his presence was felt in every newly tempered blade, every reinforced shield. They were arming for a war against a threat they couldn’t name, a shadow cast by a being they had never seen.

Their mysterious leader, Hephaestus, glanced at this group from afar, and they nearly collapsed under the weight of his gaze. They did not know why, but he dismissed them at a glance, and the group fled from this Eternal Realm.

They passed through a minor heaven, a far outpost of the Celestials called the Elysian Fields, and found it half-empty. Signs of the Great War had shattered nearly seventy percent of this place. Traveling through it, they came across many fantastical sights, almost impossible to describe.

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