The Primordial Record - Chapter 2089 Intercepting The Beast

Chapter 2089  Intercepting The Beast

The Golem watched the Ancient Primordials reorganize themselves, and it made no move; its screaming crown was silent. However, what difference did it make whether the crown was screaming or not? With its Will of Absolute Silence, no sound could be heard anywhere around it.

This display was a perfect example of the saying that it was not the weapon that was powerful, but the hand that wielded it.

The concept of Silence was not new; admittedly, there was no one inside Existence who presently held it. Still, no matter how rare it was, there was no reason it should be strong enough to hold back all the Ancient Primordials.

However, this Golem had something special about it that could not be described, because it was never part of this Existence and was something incredibly alien to it, but the Ancient Primordials recognized this presence, because it reminded them of their father, and no matter how much they tried to deny it, they still feared Enoch.

The Golem suddenly spoke to them, but there was no sound; its message was felt in their bones. “This one still has purpose. You shall not take more than what you were given, or you shall all be eliminated.”

Then it stepped backward, its body beginning to disassemble, and it rose into the tear that had brought it into Existence and vanishedand vanished, taking the oppressive silence with it.

The remnants of the Realm of Death shuddered with the absence of the Beast, and what was left of it began to crumble.

In order to escape from the detection of the Ancient Primordials, the Beast had not hesitated to sever all of its connections with its realm, leaving all of its treasures behind, and not caring what was lost.

It would seem that in the face of death, even Death would crumble.

The six Ancient Primordials remained, shattered and seething, while staring into the empty wound where ultimate power had just escaped their grasp.

So many things had gone wrong so fast that they could not point a finger at when things began to fall apart. All they knew, even as they hated to admit it, was that in their arrogance, they were no longer the greatest threats in Existence, and it was possible that their enemy, Eos, no longer saw them in this manner.

After sixty-five million Cosmic Eras, the Ancient Primordials… they suddenly felt old.

Nyxara’s scream of pure, starving rage echoed through the collapsing Regions of Death and echoed through Existence; it was a sound so raw and hateful that it sent fresh cracks racing across what remained of the Realm of Death.

“This is the last time I will fail.” Turning a hateful look towards her siblings, she tore through the void and vanished.

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The Beast of Final Rest escaped through the crack in the void. Its form was like a ragged ribbon of shadow, and no matter how much it tried, it could not stop itself from leaking its Deathly essence, leaving tendrils of itself trailing behind it like severed veins.

A once powerful being at the height of power inside Existence could only flee without attempting to even look back, for it knew that even a normal Primordial could end its existence at the moment.

The Ancient Primordials had been too greedy, and their sensibilities had been extremely twisted, because if they had focused on killing the Beast, they would have long succeeded, but they were killing and eating it at the same time, and they unconsciously delayed their actions, knowing that their prey had no way to escape them.

Nyxara was also an enigma. The Beast had felt her lust and hunger for its Origin, but there were times when its blade could have driven deeper, but she seemed to hold back a bit, and the Beast was sensitive enough to realize that she was not just doing this to prolong its suffering; she also felt a bit of… mercy.

Perhaps these were the final thoughts in its mind, but he found this fact to be a little odd. Then that small part of itself that was coherent enough to think thoughts like these was suppressed as it pushed its body to the limits, pushing itself deeper into this unknown dimension as every fragment of its being screamed with the pain of near-dissipation.

Its core had been cracked open, and more than half of it was shattered. stolen Deaths bled from its wounds in slow, black rivulets, each drop a fragment of extinct Realities weeping into oblivion.

The Beast had escaped, but the Origin essences of the Ancient Primordials filled his core, preventing it from rapidly healing, and its body unciously purged those foreign essences, but that action was costing the Beast.

To get rid of one portion of foreign Primordial Essence, it would have to spend three of its own. One reason for this high cost was the unexpected power of the Ancient Primordials, and the Beast could not focus on this task due to the fact that it needed to escape.

Still, it could not stop this action of self-harm because if it did not purge these foreign essences, then it could not truly escape the influence of the Ancient Primordials, and it did not know how long that Golem could hold them back before they began chasing it again.

It fled blindly, propelled by raw survival instinct, through layers of Existence that had never known light. Suddenly, it felt something beginning to shift, as the path twisted, narrowed, then suddenly opened into a fragile pocket of guarded space.

And there, standing alone on a platform of solidified possibility, was Eos.

The Grand Creator and the so-called guardian of the ten thousand Origin Realm were simply standing and waiting with their hands folded on his chest as if it were normal.

He would seem like a normal man, if not for the faint corona of light hanging around him, but a deeper look would reveal something frightening.

It was possible to see his entire body at a glance, but if you wanted to say, focus on his eyes, then it would feel as if your sight had been zoomed out into a wall.

The Beast was a higher-dimensional being, and so it knew why this was happening, and that was because it was looking at something that was vastly bigger than its present perception.

Like an ant trying to look at a mountain. It would have to carry itself to a great height in order to see all of it; otherwise, it would only see a small portion of the mountain’s wall.

Seeing Eos here in front of it, the Beast knew it could not flee, because it was no longer possible, not in its present state.

Sighing in resignation, the Beast’s fleeing form coalesced before him, but it broke apart, with the damage that had been done to its core, especially the strange Essence left behind by Nyxara; it was possible that it would never be fully whole again.

In the end, it managed to shape itself into a shapeless mass of shadow and ruin, barely larger than Eos himself now, as tendrils of its Will hung limp and one abyssal eye, cracked and leaking corrupted essence, fixed on Eos.

Seeing it was done, Eos tilted his head.

“Running, Death?” he said quietly. “After all that arrogance.”