The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1575

Chapter 1575: Theatricalities And Deceptions

Caine was right to be surprised; he still remembered the words spoken to him by Primordial Chaos,

"The Will of Truth has awakened, and it would light the path of the Supreme Era; an opportunity would arise in the coming year, and the child would shine brighter than all the stars in existence; that would be your time to strike."

Time for Primordials was incredibly fluid. Even though Primordial Chaos had mentioned a year, Caine believed that it could even be until the end of this Era before he was summoned. Caine had hoped that before that day would arrive, his natural lifespan would run out, but he knew that Primordial Chaos would not let him die, not yet.

This Primordial derived great amusement in watching Caine in torment. Why else would he allow him to live in delusion for so long before mercilessly pulling out the last foundation of lies that Caine had built under himself for so long?

However, the words of Primordial Chaos still tormented his mind. The Will of Truth, Rowan, was expected to shine brighter than any star in existence.

A praise like that from a Primordial would only mean that Rowan must have reached a level of power that was hard to imagine, and Caine could never presume in a thousand Major Eras that such a thing would be able to happen in a literal year.

Rowan left the lower realms barely a thousand years ago, and despite the revelation of Primordial Chaos on the impossible talent of that monster, how many changes could he have made in a single year? It turned out that it was a lot, and they were all greater than he could ever imagine.

He waited for a while for the Will of Primordial Chaos to direct him, but after a while, Caine struggled to raise his head and looked beyond the Great Desert to see what was happening in Reality, as his curiosity could no longer be held back. His jaw nearly fell to the ground.

A storm of unfathomable scale rages across the infinite expanse of Reality, across countless dimensions and universes.

To Caine, this storm was not a tempest of wind and rain but of Primordial fury. With a little more power, this storm would begin to devour dimensions, but a hand held it back. Was this power coming from a single being who was not yet a Primordial?

Already blown away, Caine was not expecting anything more when the primordial storm was shattered by a silver lightning that crossed countless dimensions across reality, and this Old One, who had been here from the beginning of Reality, vanished from the Great Desert and appeared in a random dimension in the higher realm and reached for the descending storm and grasped Primordial Essence.

He originally wanted to pursue the silver lightning, but it was moving too fast, and what he saw across Reality forced him to stop in a minor fourth-dimensional realm, whose Creator was most likely dead because there were no higher-dimensional immortals in this realm, and he could not believe that this realm and every across Reality had become flooded with Primordial Essence.

Caine froze in place, the memories of the past nearly drowning him as he was taken back to the beginning when the Essence of Eosah had filled Reality, and there was life unending,

"Mother, have you returned to us," he murmured to himself, but a mocking thought crushed whatever smidgen of hope in his heart,

’Return? You damned fool, you killed her and fed her blood to invaders, and for what?! What did you gain but to become a slave in the end.’

"No!" he suddenly screamed, his voice shattering space and consuming this dimension in a tempestuous rage that consumed all life upon it, leaving a realm that we’d filled with nothing but blood and fire as Caine stood in the middle of the devastation and lamented,