The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1582

Chapter 1582: Meeting Of The Light

CELESTIAL SECTOR - LEGION HEADQUARTERS.

Celestial Creator Shumiel had been bogged down by countless meetings for the past few months, and even his divine patience was reaching its limits.

The one he was currently in was especially tiresome because he mostly had to sit at the sidelines and answer questions when they were directed to him, and that was not often. He was known as a hammer, and his Legions represented his inclination. He was a warrior and detested the endless deliberation and politics in the upper affairs of the Celestial hierarchy.

At this time, the discourse centered on logistics, an essential aspect of any war effort, and so he endured the months of deliberations.

Shumiel would rather be in the field, deliberating on his last battle with the strange Dragon God that managed to disperse his Incarnation even when that should not be possible despite how weak of an Incarnation it was. A newly minted Old One defeating an Incarnation of a Celestial Creator was beyond shameful.

There were many odd things about that battle, from the rapid adaptation of that Dragon God to its new dimensional level to its unknown and powerful weapon.

That blade, what did he call it, the Red Moonlight Blade. Shumiel did not want for much, but that blade was something special, and if not for its presence in that fight, he would have easily killed that Dragon God ten times over.

Shumiel wanted that blade, and a sizable number of his trackers from his nine Legions had begun scouring existence in search of the Dragon God. If war was coming, and every indicator pointed out that it was indeed coming, he wanted that blade in his arsenal. Its vampiric effect that could allow this blade to grow in strength was among the best he had ever encountered.

According to the latest news, the Dragon God had been located deep in the dimension of the Chaos Bloods, rampaging across millions of worlds and killing countless Chaos Bloods. His name had become a curse on the lips of many of those foul creatures, yet Shumiel could not wait to deliver salvation to them.

If he was not stuck in this gathering, he should be out there battling this Dragon God and retrieving his lost honor and head. Shumiel did not like taking trophies, but this Dragon God was worthy of being mounted in his chambers. From the beginning of the Supreme Era to this day, there were barely a thousand heads on his wall; this was enough to show that the Dragon God would be among esteemed company.

The Celestial Creator sighed, knowing that his presence here was needed; as much as he would love to pursue selfish agendas, it was an indisputable fact that Reality was changing, and every fact was pointing at a single destination: war.

A war that was so severe it might become an Era Ending war by the various movements being detected in the surrounding Primordial Domains. Needless efforts could not be wasted on trivialities, and he needed to be available at his station when required.

All of this seemed ridiculous if he had thought about it for so long; the Supreme Era was so young, and its end was already knocking at the gates.