The Primordial Record

Chapter 1230: The Unspoken Costs Of Victory



The three separate parties did not come in contact with each other, each of them having their individual concerns, if not for the awareness that they would be running out of time as other parties would soon be arriving, this cordial atmosphere between them would not have lasted, especially between Caine and the Mother of Poison.

However, what Rowan might have found surprising was that Old Man Seed did not back down before these two titans. His Reflection had discovered that these True Bloods of Chaos were eight-dimensional entities, and yet Old Man Seed who was in the seventh dimension had his hands folded and was looking at Doom Star with an unknown emotion in his eyes.

There was no indication, one moment every participant here was seemingly focused on the world, and in the next moment, they all charged towards Doom Star. There were three important reasons for this, and the first was simple, Doom Star was a realm that was notoriously hard to enter.

Any other realm with a functioning Will would encourage powerhouses to enter their domain, either to trade or to entice them to become one of its protectors. Like immortals or gods, every powerful realm also played the games of dominion, and the competition to evolve and become more powerful, gain resources and influence was a cut-throat process, and a powerful realm like Doom Star that had locked its doors to reality was especially jarring, considering the wealth and power it contained.

Entering Doom Star was perilous and to have a gigantic hole torn open in its defenses was an unexpected event, even if the realm could not heal this wound with its fragmented consciousness, then it would simply patch itself up by shifting its mass around to cover up the wound, in fact this was already happening, and although this process was slow, in a few hours, this weakness would be gone, and if any of the three parties wanted an easy way to enter this realm, this would be the time for it.

The second reason was obvious, there were other parties incoming, and if they arrived there was no way the three players here would be able to make any drastic moves without being curtailed by others.

The three players here represented their individual interests, the multitude coming would be representing entire dimensions. Reality was vast and moving through it very was possible but extremely expensive, but the cry of one of the eternal realms, like Doom Star that had existed during the Primordial Era was enough to push all these dimensions to open their coffers and tear open time and space to race towards this place, in a short time, this place would be crowded.

The last reason was less obvious, and that was instinct. The moment the three parties charged towards the realm, they had all felt that something important was about to change, what that change would be was impossible to determine, but these were all old monsters and their instincts had been sharpened past a razor's edge, yet they were still too late.

A weird wave of power erupted from Doom Star that all three parties recognized as the breath of a time storm, but on such a massive scale that none of them wanted to imagine what could be powerful enough to release this amount of power and then before their eye, the vast and powerful realm of Doom Star vanished, leaving behind a vast sphere of Nothingness that contracted before exploding with such force that all three parties were blasted into separate space and time.

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Inside the realm of Doom Star, something much worse was happening, the realm had fallen into Chaos, the Time Storm ripping everything and everyone into various time streams, but the creatures left inside of this realm were terrifying monsters that space and time hardly had power over and massive tentacles stretching across millions of years, some of them, billions reached towards the present and drew their massive bulk towards it.

The surrounding space contracted, expanded, distorted, and was shattered into pieces again and again, before healing back into an utterly alien landscape each time, and overseeing all this chaos was the constant screams of pain from the Eye of Time.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Eye of Time had chosen to stay dormant all these while as its weight of existence was borne by its Reflections, but with the death of its Reflections, it had no choice to awaken, and this would have not been a great disaster if it was inside a material universe, then its influence could have easily spread across a small galaxy or two to bear its weight since it could not grow its influence much because of the closeness of Chaos, nevertheless, this would give it the period it needed to rest and recreate a new batch of Reflections.

Now it had been thrust into a higher dimensional realm where the laws of existence were much more potent, and without any mortal or immortal to bear its weight, it had to fight against the realm directly in order to find where it could stand.

There were so many reasons why that was a bad thing for the Eye of Time, not discounting the broken nature of Doom Star's Will which might end up tearing the mind of the Eye of Time to pieces, if it possessed this realm then its breath would be exposed to every Primordial, and that would finalize its end.

The Eye of Time was caught between a rock and a hard place, struggling to keep its existence in a single piece while fighting against the urge to assimilate into the realm to protect its existence. This dissonance was causing a time storm that was ripping this realm at the seams, and it was also doing the same to it, the cracks that were healing were being torn asunder, and the fine cracks that had previously varnished were now massive craters.

Its essence poured out of these cracks, further empowering the Time storms and dragging the entire realm into the past!

This was the power of a Primordial, even if it was a fragment.

In the midst of the chaos ripping across the realm, there was a mysterious spot that was free of the Time Storm, and it was a dias, seemingly made from red flames and darkness, where the broken body of Rowan rested and a kneeling Calamity goddess wept for her dead creator. If the Reflection were still alive, he would have sighed at this scene, he was like a father who would have to look out for his particularly dumb daughter so everyone would not take advantage of her naivete.

It was unknown if his affection for her, his first creation could reach across the grave, but a gentle wind blew across that stirred her red hair, and gently carried the bloody teardrops that fell from her eyes.

It should be impossible, but it seemed that the Shiik had sensed the passing of the Reflection of Rowan, and although it knew that the creator was not truly gone, she could not help but

mourn.

The Eye of Time looked across at this peaceful region and its apparent salvation knowing the perfect vessel was not far from it, but it would be like drinking poison to starve off thirst.

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