The Primordial Record novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647 The Nyre Flower

The glow escaping from the depths were bright purple lights that were moving like large streams of smoke buffeted by the wind. He could not be sure but the Berserker Clone was sure that these lights seemed to be congregating around a single region and was creating something that was not yet fully decipherable.

"What is that?" The clone called out in amazement, for he could see a visible pulse of power arising from the spot where the light was congregating, and with that power was a rising sense of vitality that made every cell in his body thirst for it.

Suddenly the island he stood on shook, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had impacted it, and the Clone was flung towards the air, with a quick application of the Berserker Ability–Dash, he teleported back to the island, but the short time he was in the air had already caused his armor and more than twenty percent of his body to be shredded to pieces, without the quick application of his ability, he would be dead.

These wounds were serious but not lethal, but the clone was not too particularly concerned about them, as his focus was on the dozens of islands that were experiencing the same tremors, and the strangeness he had previously noted about the islands suddenly made sense at this time.

None of these islands were natural, at least not these larger ones. The earthquake he had just experienced was the island shaking off the layers of rocks covering them revealing gleaming metal underneath.

There were a total of twenty-three massive metal structures suddenly revealing themselves and all of them had different shapes, some were circular, and others were trapezoidal. Soon twenty-three glowing platforms revealed themselves.

In a short while an energy fluctuation arose from all these platforms and the Berserker Clone was stunned, for he recognized this energy as that of teleportation.

With instinct born out of fighting for his life for more than a decade, the clone leaped off the edge of the island and clung to its side, driving his fingers down a slim incision at the body of the massive metallic construct that was slowly descending towards the ground. The platform was tall enough that his legs were not dangling beneath him, as there were a full three feet of metallic material below his feet since the platforms disregarding their various shoes were eighteen feet tall.

He had barely remained in that position for less than a second, but his flesh had already been rendered to the bone, and before he could perish, his body was covered by the seven Children of Ruin, creating a coat of flesh over him.

Sighing in relief, he began to turbocharge his healing as he concentrated on what was happening above him while taking notes of the other islands as well, for similar fluctuations of teleportation were arising from all of them.

In less than a second, bright lights began to arise from atop the metallic constructs as the space of the Underverse rippled and multiple figures began to emerge from it. A quick glance would reveal there were at most a total of a hundred individuals on some platforms with some of them having only a few people.

The clone pressed himself closer to the metal, reducing every life activity in his cells, becoming similar to a rock, a skill he had acquired because the clone was not truly alive and could be regarded as just a very elaborate mannequin and the rears of the Children of Ruin rippled as their coloration changed, their bodies became the same color as the metal construct, effectively disguising them.

The first thing the clone did was to confirm if the page of the Primordial Record was near the purple light that had begun to converge into the shape of a massive tree and he was relieved that it was not so, in fact, the page of the Primordial Record was opposite the direction of this growing tree. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}