The Primordial Record novel Chapter 836

Chapter 836 The Measures Of A Man

The darkness descended and Telmus raised his blade against it, and he lost.

There was a shriek of pain from his Blade of Intent as the darkness now in the form of a sword, sliced through the blade and passed through Telmus' body, before vanishing.

The name of the God King's weapon was the Gaping Undoer, and everything it cut would die. Even a small nick from the weapon would kill an Immortal, Telmus had defended against a great portion of its might, but it was not enough.

The weapon beside the God King began to laugh, the head of Rowan that was beside it looked at this sword, and his gaze grew dark. Like its master, this weapon was insane, and it luxuriated in drinking the blood of Immortals.

Rowan could not save the soul of Telmus, because that weapon destroyed it in its entirety.

It did not matter that Telmus had hundreds of thousands of Intent, against the might of Will that could attack across time, the master of space fell short.

Telmus staggered, but he did not fall nor did he bleed, even Gaping Undoer was unable to cut through his flesh, but his soul was weaker and it was crushed.

He looked at the shattered blade in his hand, a hint of confusion inside his eyes, and then understanding, and with a sigh, his hand fell to the side, his enormous powers bubbled inside him, with a thought he should be able to unleash all his might, and crush Trion, and if he wanted even kill some of the gods inside their shell, but his wife and daughter would die.

Everyone had underestimated Telmus, even Rowan. During the battle with the gods, he had been able to see the shapes of their vault, and he had measured the strength he would need to cut through it.

If he released all his Intent inside him and directed it towards them, he would kill more than a few, but killing his family was not an option.

His death did not matter because he had shown his daughter the path towards freedom. He hoped she had watched her old man clearly, for she was the continuation of his greatness. She would be the one to slaughter the gods of Trion and their master, he only wished he could have heard the name she gave herself. Why did she have to be so stubborn to allow her old man to wait for so long without answers?

Telmus looked at the stars for one last time, and he whispered, the gods of Trion did not hear what he said, but Rowan sitting inside the Crystal Leviathan and watching everything that transpired, did.

"Look at the stars, they mourn for me… I wonder who will mourn for you all." He closed his eyes, and his last breath left his chest.

Telmus was dead.

Yet his body still stood tall. His long white hair which resembled a cloud was carried by the breeze making it appear as if he had a halo around his head. His hand still held tight to his shattered blade, and it mourned for its master before it fell into a deep slumber, wishing to accompany him in death.