The Primordial Record novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485 Voices Of The Dead

A weird look passed through Telmus's eyes, it was filled with so many varied emotions, from loathing, anger, lust, sadness, decadence, and so many incomprehensible thoughts that seemed to be generated out of thin air, but he bit his tongue until he bled and shook his head angrily,

"I am Telmus and my road is not yours to choose."

He took a step back and Minerva laughed, she was about to disappear when Telmus called out, "Tell me why you lot need all these gods Mother? Surely it is not to use them as subordinates? You usually eat them, don't you?"

"You're a smart boy, surely you would be able to figure it out." she laughed and her figure began to fade away, but Telmus continued speaking and she paused.

"Then I shall guess," Telmus whispered, "I have lived a short life however I know many things, and I also do not know many other things as well. Yet, one thing I do know is fear. For the past three years, it has enveloped Trion, I can smell its stench, like a Hydra's shit placed beside my nose. Something is coming Mother, something that has the lot of you scared. I can see the signs in the air Mother, I can see it in the waters. It tells me you are afraid of…"

A small fist traveled towards Telmus with the strength to destroy a thousand stars. Telmus caught the fist with his bare hand and grinned, "It tells me you are so shaken, you intended to fight me with your bare fist. You are many things Mother, but you are a bit lacking when it comes to that aspect, Tiberius would be a better choice."

Minerva quietly removed her hand from Telmus's grip, and she faded away, her last words echoed in the heavens but only Telmus could hear them, "You should be careful what you wish for child. we are the foundation of your existence, without us, you are nothing."

Telmus was quiet for a long while before he gritted his teeth, "We will see about that."

He vanished and reappeared inside the Tavern, to the eyes of all here, nothing had changed. Telmus had made his challenge and Urroghat had disappeared as if he acknowledged the rules of this place and left.

Circe and Archimedes hurriedly stood up and began to leave, Telmus wanted to stop them but with a resigned sigh he let them leave. There was a storm building behind his eyes that was slowly covered by a veil of anger and madness that would have astonished the goddess Minerva.

He looked at his palms, there were seven lines on it, and slowly one of the lines faded away. Telmus gritted his teeth and walked back to his place inside the Tavern.

Once there had been billions of those lines, but slowly he had begun compressing them. When he could reach a single line, he would be free.

As if forgetting his previous problems, he began to whistle a merry tune as he entered his room.

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