The Primordial Record

Chapter 1234: It Is All The Same



The descending horde brought a freezing wave with them that grew stronger as they died and resurrected, and even after trillions descended from the Eye of Time, their number seemed unending, and their growing presence began to freeze space itself, but the creatures simply phased through the silver ice, and they began to spread, and a wave of silver ice began to grow, and if this trend continued, the entire realm would be frozen.

The Will of the Realm of Doom Star was suddenly frozen in indecision, on one hand was the alluring power emerging from the growing purple road that was emerging from the vortex and the second was the growing invasion by the silver horde.

This indecision did not last for long before madness took over and it directed its fragmented Will at the Calamity gods below the earth to arise and consume everything.

Beneath the endless ocean of the realm, past the layers of earth's crust was a world of madness. The eternal realm of Doom Star was incredibly massive and at its level space itself was almost meaningless because no one had ever seen the end of the endless black ocean, suggesting to some that it stretched forever for infinity.

This seemingly infinite world contained something in the center, or more precisely, someone, and it was of a woman whose size would rival those of Rowan, her head had been chopped off, and by the multiple stumps left on her shoulders, she must have had multiple heads.

Naked, her massive body was filled with injuries that reached her black rotting bones, but the most shocking of her injuries were on her stomach, it appeared to be swollen as if she had been pregnant, and someone had ripped her stomach open, and not bothering to bring out the baby inside her womb, the child had been killed, his head taken away and the torso was left inside the decaying womb.

The child must have been extremely special because even dead, the numerous wounds on his decaying body spewed an intense amount of light, and due to his massive size even as a fetus, he resembled a universe shaped in the form of a baby.

Yet it was from those glorious lights that Calamities were spewed from, and as they emerged from the light, it also burned them to ash, only the lucky few escaped the fate of death after being born, and 99.99999 percent of all Calamities that were born perished in the fires that gave birth to them, but the smallest fraction that escaped overtime numbered in the tens of billions.

When the Will of the Realm went insane, the dead body of this child shivered and a weird cry emerged from its stomach, and the lights spewing from its body died down a bit, and this meant that the survival rate of the Calamities that were being born at every moment multiplied to an insane degree.

The shrieks of the newly born Calamities that were filled with the essence of pure darkness were a thing of pure nightmare, and in the midst of all of that was a giggle, as if from a child. Like a mass of darkness and flesh of madness, the Calamities burst out of the earth, and the endless ocean seemed to transform into tar, as an endless number of tentacles filled with yellow eyes that extended for miles burst out of the ocean.

A battle that would echo the likes of those waged in the Primordial Era was about to erupt.

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The purple road was thirty percent completed but the forces of Doom Star and the Eye of Time had already been summoned and in a moment they would be clashing, but greater than their clash was their desire to consume the resources being displayed by Rowan, for Doom Star, it was the growing purple road, and for the Eye of Time, it was determined to tear Rowan to pieces and used his flesh as a suit to arise through the dimension and fulfill its age-old mission.

With the spread of the forces of Calamity, they had easily surrounded the vortex and they would have promptly begun devouring the purple road if not for the presence of the Shiik that was holding them back, but her interference was drawing the attention of the realm's Will, and the Shiik began to scream in pain as her body was repeatedly torn to pieces by invisible hands, but she did not stop holding back the Calamity gods and continuing the process of refining the Calamity Aura, yet it was unknown how long she would be able to hold on.

At the front of the vortex, a tornado of white flames erupted that resolved into the form of the Lost Flames who looked at the madness with a frown and a hint of awe in his eyes, he sighed and scratched his white hair, as he began walking down the purple road,n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Everyone would be big mad if they knew that I am the first to stand here."

His form vanished until he reached the edge of the road, and he was about to stretch his hand when a pillar of golden flames appeared beside him and it took the form of the god-child who no longer looked like a child but a fully grown golden giant, although he kept his height under ten feet,

"Lost, after all this time together, you intend to hog the glory alone?"

The boy appeared flustered, before he retorted in annoyance, "What do you mean hog all the fun, do you consider anything here to be funny? Two powerful realms are gunning for our throats and the only thing standing against them and our death is the few of us! Do you think I am taking this lightly?"

It was now the turn of the golden giant to appear flustered and a bit confused, "No, ah... that's not what I mean, I think.."

He stopped stammering a reply when he saw the cheeky grin on the face of the boy,

"Oh, it never gets old teasing you, you have no idea how hard it is to tease angels who were all born with innate knowledge, and I have to be the one to always be catching up."

The golden giant sighed in relief, "Dont do that again,"

Lost slapped in the thigh, "Eh, it is all for good fun, we better start pulling out weight, I don't think the lady above can continue refining the road while fighting against the Will of the realm, we need to lighten her load."

The golden giant nodded, "We will serve, all of us."

Lost smiled and nodded, but the mirth in his eyes had vanished. Of all the battles that Rowan had ever fought, there was something about this one that was different.

The scale of it was stupendous, the enemies matching towards their gates could not be counted, and the powers that they emitted were terrible.

This was not a matter of if they could win, but more of if they could even survive what was

coming.

The golden giant tapped the head of the distracted Lost, making him rub his head in pain, and looked up at him while frowning, and the giant laughed,

"In death, our souls go to the creator. Is there anything greater than that?"

"Un sorry to break your bubble," Lost muttered, "But with the power of this scale, the soul is

a fragile thing before it, and its survival would be due to luck if nothing else."

"It's all the same,"

The golden giant growled, the intent for battle filling his eyes as he swept his hand to the

side, and behind him, mile after mile of road was filled with golden fire as three billion

golden giants emerged from the flames,

"They shall not pass."