The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1396

Diane observed the Celestials, those famed defenders of reality, who largely claimed that they were the last stand against barbarity sweeping through reality—descend on the countless worlds of the Vyraak Dominion just like locusts alongside the Chaos Bloods. In the period before law and order reasserted itself, she understood that these Primordial Dominions would be plundering as much of reality as they could get away with.

The mode of operation of these two separate attackers was different, but their goals were the same: to harvest every mortal soul that they could find and use them for the valuable resource that they represented.

The Celestials carried multiple ships in their thousands that were larger than stars, each of them shining equally as bright making their shapes to be largely indiscernible. Beams of bright light shone out repeatedly from the ships like strobe lights, and when they reached a planet, every single sentient and sapient organism was collected, leaving the world barren of all life. Souls were a valuable currency that could only be found in the lower realms, and the greed for this resource was inestimable. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

Diane recognized that these beams of light emerging from the Celestial ships were related to the Creator’s Astrolabe, but they were different, like comparing the glow of a firefly to a sun.

A single beam of Rowan’s Astrolabe could travel through this entire dimension and collect every single thing inside of it, both living and nonliving, but for the Celestials, this ability seemed to be tied to the ship and not the Angels themselves, and of the Angels that she could see here—after her familiarity with the Creators own—all seemed incredibly lackluster.

Perhaps it was because of Rowan’s ability to harness multiple bloodlines or the place where he had sourced his Angels, which had been corrupted by Abyssal forces; the Angels he was able to summon were different from the original template of Angels.

Not even considering the ability of Rowan’s Angels to merge with other lifeforms and improve their ranks that these Angels here could not achieve, Diane noticed that there was something about the light that emerged from their wings and bodies that made them feel almost like living machines.

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Diane had always associated the light from Rowan’s Angels to be one that was filled with vibrancy and steadfastness. Their pious nature and quiet strength were greatly inspiring, and she could find no better partner in a battle than an Angel by her side. They would never falter, they would fight to the end, and not because they were machines that had been programmed to do these things, but because it was the core of who they were—The light of the Creator, the herald of his Will.

However, these Angels from Primordial Light were different, their light was cold and distant, and something about the flames on their wings almost felt fake. As is only the glow of the fire could be seen, and the heat was gone. Something had been stolen from their Light and it had never been replaced.

The Chaos Bloods, on the other end, did not bother fishing for mortals on the planets; they simply shattered worlds and stars, harvesting the souls of the dead directly. Massive living ships made more from flesh than metal tore through billions of worlds in mere moments, the powers of these higher dimensional beings accelerating the unraveling of this universe.

What was rather interesting about these living ships was that they were not made, instead they were the transformed bodies of Chaos Bloods.

This was a unique spell that could transform a Chaos Blood into another form, due to the effects of Primordial Chaos on their bloodlines, they could assume the shape of massive living ships with great destructive capabilities.

Diane wanted to interfere in this process, with the way things were heading and the unexpected collapse of the universe happening much quicker than she had anticipated, if events continued to transpire in this manner, then it would not be long for the hands of the Chaos Blood and Celestials and every other higher dimensional power to enter the universes under Rowan’s control, but she still hesitated to make her move because the sense of danger she was feeling rushing towards this universe had reached a blinding level, and like a nearly drowned man that finally escaped the deep and breathes in the air, the tension building in her soul suddenly dissipated, to be replaced by a subtle weight, that she knew was not relief but acceptance.

Diane instead retreated, due to the sense of danger that had expired at first had returned in a frenzy, she piled on more speed, not caring if she would be detected as she wanted to escape from this place as quickly as possible, there was something extremely wrong with Vyraak, her attention was still fixed on the unknown immortal who begins to slowly stand from his kneeling position as he spoke,

"I call upon the last Will of my Dominion. Watch my hands. Watch my eyes. See as I craft a fitting burial shroud for you. None of you pillagers shall leave here alive! This. I. Swear."

The body of Vyraak began to collapse into itself as if a black hole had been placed inside his chest, and then with a roar that could be heard throughout creation, something exploded out of the remnants of Vyraak, scaly and massive on a level that size became meaningless, the crowd of Chaos Bloods and Celestials that were racing towards Vyraak began to hurriedly backtrack because they could detect something brewing inside of this immortal that broke all their minds, but it was already too late.

A wave of power erupted from the being that Vyraak was transforming into, and for countless light-years across, this power froze everything in place, even Diane who was fleeing did not escape from the hold of this power, and her eyes widened when she noted signs that this immortal was on his way to push towards a higher dimensional level.

This meant if he succeeded, he would become an eighth-dimensional immortal!

Unknown to the Handmaiden of the Creator, every Angel was not just the eyes of Rowan; they also served as beacons that transmitted relevant information that Rowan would have to take as a priority, especially if he was occupied by other matters. The blinking red notification that he had responded to was because the Angels here realized that this situation was special enough to call his attention.