The Primordial Record - Chapter 1627: Give Me Your Eye

Chapter 1627: Give Me Your Eye

Ximos was shocked when he saw the state of the blade. A sudden suspicion made him check the energy stores in his flesh, which were Essence and his Mental Space, Aetherium. He was shocked to discover that they were running low.

His Essence was burning faster than his Aetherium, but he could regenerate his Essence much more quickly than he could ever regain his Aetherium, and so Ximos was not too concerned with the expenditure as long as he was not in battle.

If he were to engage in any activity that required him to burn Essence, recovery would be almost impossible, given the nature of this space.

However, Zaphiel’s position was even worse than the Titan’s. His physique was weaker than the Titan’s, hence his resistance to this place’s strange devouring effect.

He was losing a lot of Essence and Aetherium at nearly three times as much as Ximos was losing, and as a Celestial Creator, he should have been connected to the Legions under his command, giving him a nearly infinite source of energy, but he was cut off from his Legion while inside this space.

Placing the weapon away to slow down its deterioration, Zaphiel turned to the Titan: “We cannot stay here for long; we need to move. Perhaps into one of these dimensions above. Something tells me that we cannot enter this Black Sea; it is death.”

Ximos did not reply. His eyes were trained towards the Black Sea: “Something is watching us.”

The Titan pointed towards a certain point in the darkness, and Zaphiel focused his perception on that spot, understanding that the eyes of a Titan were powerful. A faint glimpse of a presence inside the sea was opening up in his consciousness when his head exploded. His hand reached out weakly as if he was trying to grab his salvation, but his body suddenly lost all hint of life, and he fell into the black sea and evaporated into nothing.

Zaphiel, the Burning Heart, Celestial Creator, and a pillar of the Omicron Berserkers, was dead.

This wound was nothing for a Celestial Creator, but in this place where Reality had gone mad and an unknown entity was dwelling in the black sea, even Celestial Creators must guard their sight.

Ximos drew in a deep breath and flew higher. With his perception, he had detected a presence looking at them, and to test the waters, he showed Zaphiel the position where he had detected the presence. But never would he have expected that merely looking at it deeply would lead to death.

Cursing in anger, Ximos decided to follow the words of the fallen Celestial Creator and leave through one of the mirror dimensions above. However, a sound drew his attention, and he could not help but look below him. He saw a man standing on the surface of the Black Sea.

The man appeared desiccated, like a corpse left in the desert heat for a thousand years. His long red hair was sparse and clumped together, and his bony figure swayed upon the surface of the sea. However, this was not the strangest thing about this man; it was the fact that he resembled a one-dimensional paper cutout.

Ximos’ body shook as his very own essence screamed, and his body gained a life of its own,

“No one stands above the Creator!”

His body was dragged down to the surface of the black sea, and he was forced to his knees. An incredible amount of pain radiated through every part of him, and he would be screaming if he were able to.

He was going to die, whatever was here was so powerful, their might must rival a Primordial, however from the throbbing in his eyes and bloodline, he could sense a faint sense of connection to this being, and knowing there was nothing to lose, Ximos called out with all the strength in his being while struggling to bow further,

“My lord, I am Ximos Eratkhul, descendant of the Torch Dragon. It was not my intention to disturb your cultivation. I was drawn here by battle outside my control, and if you permit me, I shall repay your grace with everything that I have.”

Calling out these words exhausted the last of his strength, and Ximos had no choice but to begin saying his last rites in his heart. This present Reality was turning out to be equally dangerous as the most tumultuous Eras before it.

After a while, Ximos noticed that his state had not continued deteriorating; if it had, he should have been dead by now. Struggling to stand, Ximos bowed towards the presence in the distance.

A voice entered his heart, deep as if the earth of ten thousand dimensions was speaking and as vast as the starry sky,

“Descendant of the torch dragon… Interesting, give me one of your eyes.”

Ximos shuddered, aware that what this presence was asking was not just a simple thing to do.

Giving him an eye meant Ximos would have to dig into the foundation of his bloodline and uproot half of his being, but what choice did he have?

This entity was powerful enough to rip out the entire root of his being, and this was the greatest mercy that was being afforded to him; perhaps it was because of the vague connection that Ximos could sense from the presence.

The shackles in his flesh had all but vanished, and Ximos did not waste any moment to satisfy the wish of this being. Digging into his face, Ximos began to pull out an eye while simultaneously slicing into his foundation.

Intense pain that went beyond what most could imagine flooded his being, but Ximos endured. There was a price for survival, and this pain was nothing in comparison to what he was losing.

At the end, the pain reached a ridiculous level, and Ximos could not help but roar his anguish, and he panted when it was over, and a dark orb rested above his palm, which he presented to the presence.

“Ximos Eratkhul presents my Eye to the lord. I hope you are pleased with my offering.”

He felt his eye vanish from his palm, and a power ensnared his body. Reality was reversed and broken, and when his perception solidified, he found himself in Reality, and all around him was the debris of the fortress.

Several presences surrounded him, and he felt the touch of his brothers in his mind, their shock at his present state lingering in his consciousness.

Ximos barked out orders, “We leave here. Immediately!”

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