The Primordial Record - Chapter 2158 Kill Nine To Save Ten
Chapter 2158 Kill Nine To Save Ten
Luminious Silence began to fight back with a ferocity born of existential threat. No Luminious as far as he knew had ever had to struggle for their life; however, the moment he thought about this, his core shuddered, and he knew that in the past, this was most likely not the truth, but it had changed.
Another Luminious had fought for his life, and that Luminious had lost. There was no indicator yet that a Luminious had fallen, but inside him, Luminious Silence knew this to be the truth, and his mind zipped over to Eos and Luminious Memory, who should be fighting him.
“No… No! I cannot fall here, this cannot happen!”
Primordial Light still had his body and was not fully dissipated, and so Luminious Silence had to maintain his conceptual form, but it did not mean that he was helpless.
“Maggots! I shall kill you all.”
His silence, which he once wielded like a passive field, became a blade, and he turned that blade against himself and began to cut.
With the fear of death, Luminious Silence threw away his careful nature, aware that it was this lack of desire for conflict that had brought him to the position where his concept was being threatened.
He screamed in pain as he scoured the attacking Primordials from inside his body.
The Primordials were like worms under his skin, biting and drilling into his flesh, and although he was hurting himself, he was also destroying them.
A gesture unmade a dozen. A thought resolved a hundred into base abstraction.
His body began to expand as he exploded several parts of himself, causing explosions so powerful that it could have wiped all of Existence.
Luminious Silence had never felt pain like this, but he was almost rabid with the fear of death, and he did not hold himself back.
He killed Primordial Fire with a thought that fire was merely a temporary state of matter.
Then he unmade Primordial Ice and continued shattering his body, killing more Primordials with every move he made.
The Eternal Tower trembled as four hundred Primordials fell in the first wave of his counter-attack, and as the attacks heated up, another three hundred. But for each one he killed, two or three had already landed their definition. They were like hornets, each sting injecting a thread of definition into his pure, silent flesh.
He was being named.
This was the true trap and the horror that was left behind.
You see, destroying a Primordial was to erase their Origin, but somehow, every Primordial killed by Luminious Silence did not entirely perish, because portions of their Origin remained behind.
It was as if he had crushed the snake, but the venom still remained inside his veins.
His mind had always been pure, Luminious Silence knew his purpose from the moment of his birth, and had never been afraid that who he was could be corrupted… The thought never even occurred to him.
It was like a mountain thinking that one day it could transform into an ocean… Madness.
Yet now, his vast mind was in a state of confusion. In parts of himself he was the First Light, in another part he was the Eternal Combustion, then the Ultimate Loss, then the Thing Unmade, then the Bounded Infinite, then the Sorrowful Echo….
He contained all the layers of concepts for hundreds of Origin, and his mind was being torn apart at the seams.
Hundreds of contradictory, absolute definitions hammered into his singular being, and Luminious Silence was going insane.
His form, which had no form, began to crack. Silence, by its nature, is one, yet now its definition is many. The sphere of silence quivered as Luminious Silence was becoming many things.
Across the entire sphere, a lattice of fissures, glowing with the stolen concepts of his victims, spread across his expanse. He was being torn apart from the inside by the very act of being described.
“Am I being shattered?”
The frustrating thing about this affair was that if he had ever expected something like this to happen to him, he would have set up defenses in place that would rapidly suppress such acts from happening. This was the basic defensive path for most long-lived lifeforms inside Existence.
However, why would a Luminious ever try to create internal defenses inside their bodies? They had no predators; nothing could kill the eternal, since they were the ones who made the weapons, and they made sure that nothing could ever hurt them.
As he tore through his body, digging into the parts infested with the concepts of the Primordials, Luminous Silence suddenly understood that he could not win by simply surviving.
The thing was that he was being defined, but that did not mean he was going to perish; just the version of himself that was known would cease to exist, but what else was that but death? Would he even be a Luminious again at the end if he accepted all these shattered concepts into his form?
To survive with these definitions would be to become something else, a mad eternal of a thousand contradictory faces.
Perhaps this was the plan of Eos, that crazy abomination. Maybe in this manner, he would be able to gain the power of a Luminious from corrupting silence.
‘No, I cannot allow this to happen. This is not how it ends… Oh Great One, give me strength.’
Luminious Silence chose to make a final, catastrophic choice at this moment.
For one who did not understand the meaning of sacrifice until this moment, he chose to end the paradox that was tearing his mind apart by not resolving it, but by annihilating the vessel that contained it.
He was already doing this, but all of his wounds were on the surface; he wanted to preserve as much of himself as possible, but the more he delayed, the deeper the rot… He had no experience fighting in this manner, and he feared that none of the Luminious was ready for opponents like these, who disregarded the status quo.
“You think you have won, maggots? You have no idea what I am capable of!”
With this cry, Luminious Silence turned his silence inward; he was going to silence himself.
It was an act of killing nine parts of himself to save the tenth.
