The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1289

Chapter 1289 Prism

The impressive rate every member of Prism could enhance their Core was one of the greatest selling points of being a member of this organization, as one of the hallmarks of the members of Prism was their freakishly powerful bodies.

There were also many hidden uses for this life force, but those secrets were held tight by the higher-order members of Prism.

The internal dimension of Algorth resembled a city that had been fashioned inside the dreams of a mad immortal, combining both beauty, order, and chaos in disparate amounts to create a unique surrounding that was more like a labyrinth, and because its internal structures were always moving about, it was difficult to navigate.

Entire stretch of cities would suddenly vanish into space to reappear millions of years later in the sky or underneath the ground, and this was the least amount of chaos that could be found here. Within this castle were entire traces of powers left by Primordiala, their entire path to power laid bare within its walls, but the challenge was to find those traces, and then to understand those traces.

If anyone became lost inside of the castle, even a higher dimensional immortal, then it was a confirmed possibility that they would never leave this place. Since Prism was founded, everyone who had ever been lost inside the castle had never been found. The allure of the path of every Primordial in existence locked inside this dimension still drew many members of Prism to an unknown fate as many still choose to venture into the unknown in search of these supreme paths.

There were only certain places inside of Algorth that were free from its chaotic movements, and these spaces were treasured and carefully managed by Prism. All these spaces were special in their unique ways, and they had become the source of power for Prism.

In one of those central areas, seven figures sat around a glowing prismatic orb, all members of Prism, and they were its highest echelons, they wore black robes that obfuscated their features, but the wave of power emanating from their bodies could not be hidden, these were all powerful higher dimensional immortals that would cause reality to shake whenever they made a move.

From the breath emanating from their bodies, it was apparent that each of the seven figures represented a Primordial bloodline.

This space they inhabited resembled a grand hall with a beautiful etching of a winged beast that had been torn to pieces, and its insides were not made from flesh, blood, and bones, but of bricks, wood, and metal. A careful analysis of this beast would reveal that some part of its internals matched this castle.

At this point, the gaze of all seven Prism members was all fixed on the prismatic orb that was revealing the current disaster sweeping through reality, which was the ongoing destruction of the Frozen Road.

"Green, every member of Prism congratulates you. You have achieved what no one could have ever anticipated, and because you have staked your life and position on this matter that should have been so improbable it was considered possible by all of us, we can become the first to take advantage of this event. The entire resources of Prism are yours... Make this Era to be one that is ruled by Prism."

The reverberations of the collapse of the Frozen Road shook the entirety of Reality, reaching even Doom Star who had been shunted out of real space-time.

The vibrations seemed to be endless, for the Frozen Road was one of the largest structures in existence, stretching across the entirety of the Great Darkness, its size could hardly be imagined.

With the ongoing collapse, the laughter of the Sirens became even more shrill. It was one of victory, of endless waiting that had finally borne fruit, and in their glee, they went mad.

With the Frozen Road reaching the zenith of its collapse, a massive blue fog burst out of it and began to stream towards the heads of the Sirens.

Hundreds of eyes from the titan tightened,

"You lie, there is no method to draw out Essence that has already been spent, it would follow its laid-out path forever."

Rowan chuckled, "What is the use of all of those eyes if you still choose to remain blind?"

The titan paused and regarded reality outside and carefully sensed the power building inside the six books around Rowan and he became silent,

"If this is the truth, if you can draw out Primordial Essence already unleashed, why would you allow me to remain by your side, a known threat to your design."

Rowan cocked his head to the side as he regarded the titan, and his words seemed to echo twice as he spoke,

"You should know by now that I am not your enemy, and neither are you mine. You may have been brought here by the designs of others, but that was never my wish. I am known as a giver, and I want to share this power that I am collecting with you. I know the dangers of being too greedy. So will you partake of this bounty?"