The Primordial Record

Chapter 1583: Baits

Shumiel could immediately spot the 827 Celestial Creator in this chamber, even though the distance separating them was thousands of light years.

There were always 999 Celestial Creators, but the ones not in attendance were tied up in places they could not easily leave, or they were dead, and soon, a new Celestial Creator would be taking their place.

He looked at his fellow Celestial Creators, whose benefits may be hampered by Nariel’s actions, and invisible bursts of communication passed among them.

Each Celestial Creator resembled a humanoid being woven from the essence of stars and light. Their towering, ethereal figures were like a constellation of living starlight. In their center was the Adjudicator, who still wore the body of a mortal man, and in comparison to their sizes, he was as diminutive as an atom.

But it was his presence that radiated the most power here, an eerie indicator that even when the Adjudicator had suppressed his might into a small body, he still had enough power to rival every Celestial Creator here.

Due to their powers and genius, it was easy for Celestial Creators to become arrogant. Every Celestial Creator was special and stood at the top of creation, but in moments like these, when the true power behind all of existence slowly revealed itself, Shumiel understood how small they all were.

It brought back visions that still haunted him from the end of the Primordial Era, when the Primordials chose to calmly erase all their opposition, making the war that stretched for more than ten thousand Minor Eras seem ridiculously childish.

A seed of doubt had been planted in his heart ever since. Why would the Primordials allow so much death and suffering when they could wipe the board so easily and create a new Major Era?

Nariel wanted to continue his pitch to the Adjudicator, but he raised his arm. The Celestial Creator went silent, not daring to speak until permitted. The meeting hall was quiet for a while, and then they all heard a faint beating of wings.

As one, they all turned to the distance, where an Archangel was flying towards them. To their perception, this Angel was crawling like an ant stuck inside the mud. Still, he was already traveling at many times the speed of light, reaching and faintly exceeding the limit of speed that was allocated to the level of Archangels.

The Adjudicator turned towards this new addition, and countless thoughts went through the minds of the Celestial Creators as they wondered what sort of information would warrant a gathering of such a level being placed on hold because of the incoming presence of a mere Archangel.

It did not take the Archangel long to reach this place, and Shumiel nodded internally, appreciating his bravery and inner strength.

This Archangel did not collapse into madness, and his soul did not extinguish at their presence. He wondered which Legion was able to produce such a valiant Angel, and then he frowned when he finally detected the light in the center of this Angel and found out that it belonged to him.

Shumiel nearly jumped to his feet in shock as he hastily sent messages to the Seraphim, leading his Legion to demand answers. He dared not cause a scene in this gathering before he understood what was happening.

Several Celestial Creators who had now read the light of this Archangel were beginning to peer at him, but Shumiel rejected all their request to communicate as he hastily demanded answers from his subordinates.

Meanwhile, the Archangel folded his wings behind him and bowed towards the Adjudicator, presenting a glowing crystal gem. It was easily recognizable as a standard information crystal, but one that had been slightly modified to hold more data, and its makeup was unaltered.

“Interesting,” the Adjudicator whispered and sucked the gem towards him as he regarded this Archangel, “There is something different about you.”

The Archangel looked up and directly stared into the eyes of the Adjudicator, drawing a look of surprise and shock from every Celestial Creator at not just the boldness of his actions but the fact that his soul was strong enough to look directly at the Adjudicator.

“You are not just an Archangel,” the Adjudicator said with finality, “what are you?”

A thought suddenly entered the mind of the Adjudicator, and he asked, “By chance, are you related to the figure who was being hunted by the Seed of Wrath? What is the purpose of this storm?”

The Archangel smiled before saying, “You should consider the crystal in your hands first; that is more important. As for me, I am already dead. Praise be to the Creator.”

With those words, he collapsed into ash, and this collapse was so final that everyone here knew this Archangel could not be resurrected.

A wave of astonishment rippled throughout the ranks of the Celestial Creators; many impossibilities were happening one after another, and such rapid changes were not welcomed.

Shumiel began to rise, but a gesture from the Adjudicator caused him to pause his movements.

“Let us see what this interesting fellow brought to us before we proceed. Shumiel, before you speak, make sure your house is in order and report back. Now be silent.”

The Adjudicator crushed the information crystal, and a stunning sight was revealed to them: a living Primordial Beast.

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Rowan and Primordial Chaos’s appearance in the unknown ninth-dimensional realm created by the Primordial Beast was not by chance. Before now, Primordial Chaos had been targeting Endirius because he greatly suspected that a piece of the Primordial Beast bloodlines was located in the Supreme World of Mages.

Even this Primordial had been fooled for so long and did not know that Bahamut was alive and living in the core of this realm.

When Rowan had attempted to teleport the First Flames from Endirius, the mages around him, who were all surprisingly at the eighth-dimensional level, had shattered space, and this had allowed Rowan to perceive the flow of the powers in their bodies.

Four of the six mages that attacked had the signature of Primordial Chaos; one was of Memory, and the last was from Light.

Rowan would have pitied Bahamut when the state of his inner circle was so deeply compromised if he had not known that this Primordial Beast saw all mages under him as disposable pawns. He was well aware that the Primordials had found their way into his inner circle. From the memories of Andar, Bahamut had almost seemed disappointed by their clumsy attempts.

The bloodlines of Chaos were associated with significant and influential beasts, from the Ouroboros Serpents to the endless myriads of snakes controlled by Shamaran, the Mother of Poisons. Rowan was also aware that there were several other First Borns of Chaos, the true Chaos Bloods, who must surely possess other Chaos Bloodlines of different powerful beasts.

During the evolution of his Ouroboros Bloodline, he slowly developed it from an Empyrean Bloodline granted to him by Primordial Chaos to a Primordial Bloodline. After further refinement, he reached the core of this bloodline and transformed it to its original source, becoming a Primordial Beast.

Rowan had evolved his bloodline to that of an Origin Beast, but that was his secret. However, the evolution of his Ouroboros Bloodline revealed to him that Primordial Chaos was not the creator of these Empyrean bloodlines; he influenced them to take certain traits that he desired.

From all known history, the Primordial Beasts were all killed, their powers harvested and shared amongst the Primordials, and Primordial Chaos had taken remnants of their flesh and merged them with his bloodlines.

This created a race of chaotic beings under his control, but most were imperfect, and it was rare to find anyone who could reach the eight-dimensional level.

With his knowledge of the Primordial Domains, he knew that each of them had a champion, the Thrones, made to hold the consciousness of a Primordial, allowing them to circumvent the restriction that a much weaker Reality had imposed upon them.

Rowan had seen the likes of Seed and knew that this was the baseline for what a Primordial Throne should be capable of, but there was no one he had seen at this level amongst Primordial Chaos’s First Borns. Not Caine, nor Shamaran. Something in his bloodlines was missing an essential component.

This was the bait Rowan had used to lure this Primordial. For other Primordial powers, he tried to use a different lure.

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