The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075: True Freedom Lies In Truth

A voice whispered across the expanse, "Who has known glory like this.... Let them show themselves, or forever remain silent."

"My Queen..."

Due to its evolution being more ordered than an average Calamity, its merger with a Temple Maiden, and because the Shiik was the first of its kind, crafted by the hands of Rowan, a Creator without peer, its evolution was different from any Calamity God in history. It was unique, the only one that was, is and to be.

Instead of tentacles and a thousand eyes filled with madness, the body of the Shiik slimmed down, flesh replacing chitin, and finger replacing claws, a series of sickening squelching noises as flesh reorganized itself and loud cracking rackets as bones were remade filled the air, and when it was over, a female form standing more than a hundred miles tall was revealed.

The Shiik was majestic, a queen whose presence would rival a universe, and bring all to their knees. Jet black skin that glinted like marbles with vivid red tattoos covering her entire body like a bodysuit. The nails on her hand were sharpened to needlepoint and glowing red like a dying star. Her long red hair flowed like a python, coiling across her feet and lifting her into the air.

The darkness of the Calamity suns bathed her, placing a crown of seven bleeding eyes on her forehead, and when she opened her eyes, they were filled with life and curiosity with no hint of madness, and standing before her was a powerful figure with multiple green fox tails with hands outstretched, the Undying.

"Art thou my queen promised?"

The Shiik ignored the figure and his questions and lowered herself to the ground, gracefully walking past him, her majesty undeniable.

She looked at the world before her. Under the light of the Calamity suns, the world before her had transformed into one of madness, massive eldritch beings whose size defied meaning and whose shape was incomprehensible appeared in their multitude. Their powers were so great they burned the darkness with a foul glow, emitting colors impossible to be found in a lower dimension. Madness reigned, yet they were all leashed.

Above them all were seven Calamities who held the leash.

The air seethes with power as foul cries that echo across eternity reverberate through the warped realm. The shiik looked down at her feet, and stretching for eternity was a field of skulls from all creatures that had ever existed in this realm and they were infinite in number, stretching back to a time when nothing was supposed to exist.

The skulls cried out, their voices so loud it drowned the sounds emerging from the countless powerful Calamities that rove the corrupted void.

All of them weeping blood, and the blood came crashing to the earth, a flood, a cataclysm, a calamity.

It was this blood that fueled the endless tides of calamity that would arise in the lower continent any time any Explorer released a whiff of Ascendant energy. This was the root of the current state of power in the Realm of Doom Star, the dead whose souls could never rest. Rowan was horrified. These poor souls had been tortured for infinities without number.