The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1826

Chapter 1826: Welcome To My Home

The transition from the living castle of Algorth to another place should be jarring to Telmus, a nascent Primordial; his senses could practically touch all the edges of Reality, and if he wanted, he could reach anywhere almost instantaneously.

However, this place he was heading to was not anywhere inside Reality, and when the tear in space appeared before him that shimmered like liquid time, Telmus did not hesitate before he stepped through.

He thought that this portal looked like an eye. This was the last thought in his mind before a wave of unrelenting power washed over him, and for a moment, he was blind as his senses were overloaded.

It hurt, as if his raw nerves had but the pain was nothing when he could feel his body adapting under this baptism of fire.

Telmus barely felt a ripple behind him under the unrelenting tides of power that threatened to burn out his soul, but he could instinctively feel the pulse of his daughter’s heart. That naughty girl had followed him.

It took a while before his senses could come back online. Like staring directly into the sun, he could have shut his eyes and slowly adapted to the brightness, but where was the fun in that?

A while later, he could feel the warmth of his daughter’s hand in his own. She was squeezing tight, and he could feel the blood and Will flowing through her veins from the tightness of her grip… and Telmus could tell that she was scared and in shock.

His senses that had been previously overwhelmed by the strangeness of this new place, but when he felt his daughter’s fear through his palm, everything was driven away by sheer focus, and a billion sensations became one… sight.

He saw only her glowing skin and flowing white hair that blew across her face, carried by a breeze he could not feel. Her face, which resembled his own and that of his wife, was focused in the sky, with eyes wide like a deer held in place by the gaze of a dragon.

Telmus’s mind was brought back to the moment when she was eight and he had brought her out hunting, armed with only a staff to face a foe a hundred times stronger than she was… She had the same expression on her face as she had now, and Telmus knew what he needed to do.

Bringing up his left hand, he gently flicked her on the nose, breaking her out of the spell that held her in place. She shook and her eyes filled with fear and astonishment, turned to him, and he could see recognition slowly coming into her eyes, promptly followed by a growing wave of irritation, and Telmus, being who he was, decided to push her buttons further,

“Shake out of it, why are you scared, there should be nothing…. What the hell is this place?!”

Telmus, who had been intending to tease his daughter, glanced ahead, and he was nearly driven speechless.

His senses that had been focused on his daughter alone exploded in scope as he drank in the sight of a new Reality.

He drew in a breath, and what flowed into his lungs was life… so profound and lush that he was nearly struck dumb.

Telmus saw that they stood at the edge of a forest where the trees were not merely tall; they were aspirations.

Their trunks, wider than continents, were woven from silver-bark and jade-leaf, rising in perfect, harmonious spirals until their canopies created a second, shifting sky of emerald and gold.

The air itself was a living, breathing entity, Ether. This knowledge slammed into his consciousness like a brick.

A shimmering substance that was the raw stuff of possibility. With every breath, Telmus didn’t draw in air, but inhaled concepts: the sweet taste of unconditional peace, the thrilling potential of a yet-unwritten saga, the dizzying sensation of a dimension with seven spatial axes.

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