The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1593

Chapter 1593: I Stand... Unbroken (3)

Primordial Chaos could not draw out all the powers he was capable of, but it would seem that he did not need to when he matched Bahamut in the Primordial Beast’s domain, even with this crutch.

No wonder it was the Primordials that ruled all of existence; they were all incredibly talented, and until Rowan reached the ninth-dimensional level, he believed that in many ways, he might never match a Primordial.

Of everything he could see and learn from this battle, it always seemed like there was something new to discover, and more transformations were happening below the surface that his senses could not touch.

Reality was shattering around these two combatants as Bahamut attacked with unequaled fury, using claws, teeth, and tails. However, all his blows that could render creation to nothing were effortlessly thrown back by both lances of Primordial Chaos.

Now and then, Primordial Chaos would counterattack, piercing one of Bahamut’s bodies, and powerful shockwaves would blast out of the wounds with great force, shattering Reality and causing tremendous shockwaves.

Bahamut roared in anger and frustration as he took the battle to the next level. All ten of his bodies took a step back, and they all hurled a bolt of the purest lightning Rowan had ever seen, and it was black.

This bolt could tear through a Primordial Domain, and it traveled faster than even Primordial Chaos could block, and they slammed into his being, and he shattered into pieces.

For a moment, Rowan thought that Primordial Chaos had fallen. The might of that lightning bolt was so mighty that Bahamut should have been secretly gathering all that power since the beginning of the battle and had suddenly unleashed it without any indicator.

However, Primordial Chaos could not be so easily destroyed; the terrible energy of that bolt was twisted and distorted, spiraling into a vortex of nonexistence before dissipating into nothingness.

Primordial Chaos laughed, a sound like shattering glass and dying screams,

"Lightning? Orderly. Predictable. Bound by rules. Chaos knows no rule! And you wonder why you all lost to our might. Bahamut, stop this mindless struggle and lie still, and I promise you that your death would not be as painful as I can make it."

Bahamut screamed in fury at the prodding from Primordial Chaos when it became clear that he had long detected this hidden gathering of power and was also prepared for these bolts. Reminded once more about the treachery that led to his fall,

"It was supposed to be for me; that power was mine by right, Eldrithor, you thief. You stole my destiny!"

The laughter of Primordial Chaos seemed to have grown stronger from absorbing the power from the lightning bolts, and he no longer took his previous form but dissolved into a storm of fractal shadows and surged towards all bodies of Bahamut like a tidal wave of madness.

Rowan could see Primordial Chaos smelling blood in the water and was going for the kill. He should not be able to hold so much power stolen from Bahamut with his present shell, and he was going to attack without holding back.

Reality shivered as new bodies of Bahamut attempted to be born through the void, but it seemed that he had reached a limit; any more new bodies, and he would be banished from within Reality. Despite having the potential to grow stronger, his environment limited his powers.

"Eldrithor, I shall kill you. You took my destiny, and still it is not enough. Now you come for my crown. I have told you, it would not matter what happens to me, I shall kill you. All of you!"