The Primordial Record - Chapter 2131 You Are Running Out of Room To Run

Chapter 2131  You Are Running Out of Room To Run

The explosion of force after the death of Memory had destroyed the Hollow, and the space that was left behind was a chaotic mash of dimensional space highlighted by the massive glowing scales of the Origin Ouroboros.

Without the Ouroboros Serpents blocking this space from the entirety of Existence, then the death of Memory should have sent ripples that would cause changes that not even Eos would have expected, but he knew that this control he had over the battle would not last forever.

Before the Hollow was sealed by his Origin Ouroboros, the Ancient Primordials had sent an alert to all of their armies, and they would be descending on the Origin Realms soon. He could not do anything to stop them because he had a greater battle here that would greatly decide the path of this conflict.

At the moment, more of his Incarnations were reaching the ninth-dimensional level as the previous Ancient Origin Force inside the pages of the Primordial Record was crushed. Eos did not need to use his hands to crush the Origin Force from the Primordial Record; he only did that to emphasise what he was about to do and draw the attention of the Ancient Primordials.

His children were in danger, the entirety of Existence was at stake, and at the moment, the only thing Eos knew he should be doing was throwing a punch with everything he had.

The punch thrown with the power of Truth that gave certainty to the contradiction that was Primordial Chaos landed on the face of the Primordial.

Primordial Chaos screamed, his face transforming into that of an ancient man with rotten teeth on the verge of death, and because the Ancient Primordials were larger than Realities, the face was a thing of horror.

Eos’s fist, by landing, had defined the space it occupied. He had made that space real and given it limits, and that space was Eldrithor’s face.

The look of horror and realization on the face of Primordial Chaos was priceless. Hundreds of millions of years ago, Eos had done something similar to his Incarnation inside Eosah’s Reality, and the sting of that moment had not truly left his heart, creating a heart demon that had plagued Eldrithor all of these years.

One of the reasons he had leapt forward when he saw Eos in a vulnerable state was because of this fear in his heart that needed to be settled, else he would not be able to move under the oppression emerging from Eos’s new body.

“You can’t…you CAN’T—” Primordial Chaos howled, his form solidifying around Eos’s fist. “I am CHAOS! I am the UNDEFINED! I am the—”

“You’re here,” Eos growled. “And ‘here’ is a place. And places have rules. Or have you forgotten so soon the promise I made to your Incarnation as I pursued him across Oblivion? Let me remind you again.”

He pulled his fist back and punched again.

And again…

And again…

The shockwaves of Primordial Chaos madness had pushed back and held back the rest of his siblings, but it would not hold them back for long, especially as he was now being assaulted.

Eos knew that he had a few moments to make every moment count before he was ambushed by the rest, and Eos was going to make every moment count.

He had just gained the Will of Truth at the ninth-dimensional level, meaning that as all of his Incarnations were pushing towards the level of Primordial, his main body here could finally evolve to the Primordial level.

However, Eos was not like other Primordials who would gain their tribulation just from understanding the ninth level of a concept, for him it went much deeper than that, and he would not be satisfied by just this; he would need to gain all the first four layers of the Origin of Truth before he would even think about pushing towards the Primordial level.

It was a good thing then that the body of Primordial Chaos was the best whetstone for him to refine the Will of Truth.

Each punch defined more of Primordial Chaos. Each impact made real another chunk of his being.

The infinite maybe was shrinking, collapsing inward as Eos’s fists, each one now a Gate of the Thousand Eyes, each eye witnessing Chaos into existence, pounded him into submission.

The old man who was Primordial Chaos screamed in fear and madness, and he exploded into a million contradictory things at once. In the blink of an eye, Primordial Chaos became fire and ice, life and death, beginning and ending, all simultaneously.

The contradiction of his being lashed out at Eos, tearing into his defined form with the force of every paradox that had ever existed, trying to dig into wounds that had not yet closed while simultaneously attempting to flee and survive long enough for the rest of the Ancient Primordials to come to his rescue.

However, Eos was not going to let go of his prey when he had them in the place that he wanted, even if it required sacrifice.

Allowing the defenses of his left hand to become porous, the essence of Primordial Chaos flooded it, and Eldrithor that might have escaped his grasp found a greater part of his essence being drawn into Eos’s hand.

A loud droning noise that sounded like a meteor tearing through the atmosphere began to rise from Eos’s left hand as more of Primordial Chaos’s essence poured into it, and Eldrithor looked up at the faceless mask of Eos, and he screamed, “You are insane!” The droning sound reached a peak, and Eos’s left arm ceased to exist, when a massive contradictory explosion made it appear as if the hand was present and yet not present, and Existence itself, unable to resolve the paradox, simply removed it from the equation.

Golden ichor sprayed from the stump of Eos’s shoulder, but the scream of pain did not emerge from him, but from Primordial Chaos that had been incredibly weakened by the vast amount of power that had vanished alongside Eos’s arm.

Eos had sacrificed an arm to rapidly weaken Primordal Chaos, and he had never stopped his attack for a single moment as he relentlessly punched with his remaining arm.

“You are—” PUNCH “—running out—” PUNCH “—of room—” PUNCH “—to run!”