The Primordial Record novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611 General Rannah Tiberius

The great desert trembled, shaking the boat the Third Prince was on. He looked around in annoyance and urged the boat to move faster, when he did, a pale green Aura from Elura inside his body was fed to the boat and it accelerated.

A billion miles to the side, a series of spear-like scales began to arise from the sand, these scales turned out to be strands of hair that had been caked for endless years with the blowing sand, as a gigantic head emerged from the sand the size of multiple galaxies.

The commotion of its emergence was enough to destabilize the ever present storm, but its presence created a greater storm that shook the entirety of the great desert.

The Third Prince screamed his anger and defiance as he covered the boat with a shell of shadows, one of the four eyes in his chest cracked and he nearly screamed in pain.

Those eyes were the last fragments of Intellect he had left, although they restricted his abilities to a great extent, they were the only thing keeping him at the edge of sanity.

This being arising from the sands had the power to crush a universe, yet it was imprisoned for all time inside this place. Sometimes it was a great mercy to be able to die.

The head was brown and black and resembled a male with exaggerated features. His eyes were closed but a purple flame burned across its edges as if his eyelids were gates holding back an unfathomable inferno.

On the head rested a broken crown that appeared to be made from prismatic glass that reflected a fading sunset, if Rowan was here he would have found similarities between this crown and his crown of starlight when he was accepting the Chaotic Essence.

"The King of Nothing! You should not be anywhere near this universe's deserts, what is happening?"

The Third Prince gasped in shock and pain, and he held himself still like a statue, for a moment everything was silent in this vast nothingness, except for ghosts and fading screams, everything was still, and slowly the head began to turn towards the Third Prince.

It was said that endless Eras ago, that the first and only Emperor of Nothing held his ground against the might of the entire multiverse, that in the great battle that shook all of Creation, he was finally shattered by the annoyed roar of a Primordial who had became fed up with the endless appetite of this creature.

Yet this Mad Titan did not perish but was shattered into a million pieces, each of these pieces created a King of Nothing, and collectively they ended up ruling a thousand universes for countless Eras until the Celestial came to purge them from their blood-soaked throne.

It took a lot to be noticed by a Primordial, and even more to anger one of them so greatly that they left their lofty throne to personally hand down their punishment.

The Emperor of Nothing was worthy of that attention for it was one of the extremely rare beings in all the myriad universes that controlled the powers of Oblivion, perhaps the only being in creation.

Oblivion after all were the chains that were imprisoning a Primordial.

"Don't do it…" the Third Prince moaned in distress. "Don't make me kill you again…. I will not be able to stop myself, and I have an errant son I need to bring to heel."