The Primordial Record - Chapter 1626: Unknown Space

Chapter 1626: Unknown Space

Zaphiel reached into his chest and drew out a blade made from shattered timelines. This weapon had been plundered from the shattered remnants of Heaven during the war. He had been lucky to find this Throne-level weapon near the core of heaven, and the blade was one of the reasons he was still alive to this day and had gained so much power.

There was no talk between the being of light and the Storm Titan; they simply blurred across the distance, and their weapons clashed.

“BOOM!”

A thin, long line filled with the power of destruction tore across the point of impact between the two weapons. It sliced the fortress in two, before a wave of force exploded outwards, flinging both parties back and causing further devastation around them.

Zaphiel laughed as the Storm Hammer wielded by the Titan cracked before shattering,

“You dare stand against me with a Proto-Source level weapon? This is Eschaton, a share of broken time, capable of severing Fate itself! You shall not leave this place alive.”

Ximos growled and threw away the broken hammer. The clash had ripped its innate resilience apart. He reached beside him and pulled out another Storm Hammer that was exactly the same as the one that had been destroyed.

Seeing this new weapon, the Celestial Creator laughed, “So, the rumors are true. The Titans have awakened Terra, and your vaults are overflowing with treasures. Shame that before the might of heaven, everything you own is nothing.”

Ximos clasped his Storm Hammer with both hands, summoning a thunderstorm that swept throughout the broken fortress and extended far into space,

“Heaven has fallen,” he roared, his voice like a thunderstorm, “and all of you pitiful relics will fall with it.”

The Titan’s body blurred forward, and another frightening clash occurred, pushing everyone away, except for Zaphiel and Ximos, whose weapons were locked together, and waves of devastation bursting out from them endlessly.

The Celestial Creator had grown in size to match the Titan and manifested more arms to match it. With a roar, Zaphiel’s arms began weaving a spell that manifested faster than Ximos could perceive. It slammed into the Titan with bone-breaking force, tearing apart his armor and flinging him for miles.

Raising his blade, Zaphiel laughed aloud, “You are a relic, and your dominion is dust. In this new Era, you shall all return to nothing.”

Ximos shook off the blast’s effect, his eyes darker than night, even in his body made from lightning, observing the Celestial Creator and his weapon. He grinned, the feelings of old returning as he felt the fury of creation reawakening in his veins.

There was a part of him that was still wary about challenging the Celestials, knowing that there was an invincible figure behind them, but those ages had passed, and a new one had dawned, one where it was possible to no longer hold back against the Light.

’It is time for all of creation to remember why the Titans are feared.”

Ximos discarded his storm hammer and took up a blade of lightning. He had mastered every weapon, but with a sword, Ximos was supreme, and no Titan could match him.

The Celestial Creator crossed space and time and appeared before Ximos in a golden flash, his blade swinging down faster than the senses could follow, but Ximos with a blade was a different beast. He raised his lightning blade in a parry, and the shockwave from that clash decimated everything that was left of the fortress.

Pulling on the power of his ancient blood, Ximos moved faster than time should allow, his blade carving a wound in Reality itself.

The profound slice passes through Zaphiel’s chest, nearly cutting the Celestial Creator in two, but instead of blood, a blast of light that a supernova erupted from the screaming Celestial, and Ximos plunged his blade into Reality so that he would not be flung into the distance.

Knowing not to allow the enemy time to breathe, Ximos plunged into the fiery streams of light blasting out from the Celestial, his blade moving a dance as it tore through Zaphiel three more times, despite the Celestial blocking and parrying with Supreme skills.

Inside Ximos’ chest, a mouth was chanting spells, and when the chanting was complete, Ximos took a step back and unleashed a maelstrom of black lightning.

This lightning was death energy squeezed into the Aspect that Ximos favoured, lightning. It was so powerful that Zaphiel, in the midst of abject agony, knew that a direct hit would kill him.

“You are not worthy!” the Celestial Creator screamed, and Reality seemed to slow to a crawl as Zaphiel began to weave through the black lightning bolts. However, several struck his wings, vaporizing hundreds of them in a fiery blaze of destruction that made the Celestial scream in pain, his voice echoing across multiple dimensions.

With a roar of anger, Zaphiel slammed his blade into Reality, and the entirety of space and time for countless light years lurched as Reality was twisted into knots. Ximos’ body zipped haphazardly in space, no longer able to control his movements and breaking his attacking momentum.

Zaphiel roared as he drew out Eschaton and invoked its core spell, “Eschaton Rervizhah Kyelih!”

Reality shattered, and Ximos and Zaphiel were drawn into the cracks; their screams of rage vanished as Reality zipped shut.

The Titans and the remnants of the Omicron Berserkers left behind could not enter this region of twisted space, and after waiting for a while, they all retreated in wait for the u could detect with their bloodline connection that their leaders were not dead.

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Ximos and Zaphiel were deeply embroiled in battle, but it did not stop their perception from sweeping around, and what they discovered in that moment was that these two, who were locked in mortal combat, broke from their fight as they looked around in shock.

Zaphiel had never been forced to use the core spell of Eschaton before, and he had only a surface idea of what it was capable of, but in the moment of great danger he had not thought twice before invoking the power of this blade, and now they found themselves in a place that was almost impossible to be described.

Without any prompting, Ximos and Zaphiel restricted the energy fluctuation from their bodies, and they shrank from the size of kilometers to barely a hundred feet tall.

The first reason they took this action was the dense flow of energy in this place. These words were not used lightly. Both of these beings were among the most powerful of the Old Ones, and in this new age where previous barriers were being broken, they had grown more powerful over the years. Yet the energy in their surroundings was so dense that it was almost impossible for them to understand how such a thing was possible.

They withdrew the energy function around their bodies because they understood that in an environment like this, which was so dense with energy, the possibility of powerful entities and incredible dangers was most certain.

The most dangerous thing was to stand out in this sort of place.

Their surroundings were strange. Above them were echoes of a thousand Realities, as if they were in a mirror dimension that could endlessly reflect all sorts of possibilities.

The skies were filled with red stars that reflected Ximos and Zaphiel’s past. Some of them they recognized, others they did not. It was as if they were witnessing alternate timelines and possibilities of how their lives could have been.

Below them was an endless sea of black that had a pungent smell in one moment and an incredibly sweet smell in another. Ximos and Zaphiel’s perception expanded for countless light years, and they could not see the end or beginning of this space.

Ximos growled, his voice was low, “Get us out of here, and we will leave your people in peace.”

Zaphiel shook his head, “We cannot leave for the moment. Using that core spell took a lot of essence and aetherium, and it would be a while before I could passively regenerate that amount of power again. Besides, what makes you think I would want to leave this place?”

Ximos’ eyes flashed in irritation, “You should have means to regain your energy much quicker. I am a child of the Torch Dragon, so you should have a slight measure of the talent of our Titan’s race, and my sight tells me that we need to leave, or we will perish here.”

The note of urgency in the voice of Ximos could not be faked, and Zaphiel would be foolish to ignore the words of a Titan, especially when his own instincts were practically screaming at him that he was inside the jaws of a beast.

Zaphiel smiled self-deprecatingly and revealed to Eschaton that he had been hiding all these while. Ximos’s eyes squinted as he realized that the blade was beginning to shatter.

The destruction appeared slight, but it seemed that it was unceasing,

“I fear that I have brought us to a very dangerous place, and my blade can no longer bring us out of here.”