The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1417

"Crash…. Boom!"

Vraegar screamed in pain as his body was hurtled into the distance by an enraged Drakul who had smacked the dragon across a dozen dimensions. The pain inundating the dragon cut across his flesh, soul and Will, reaching levels where he wished for death to escape from the pain.

’Ahhh… I hate this bastard!’ The dragon screamed pitiably in his head, fearing to even scream out his hatred and pain. If not for his robust soul andnstitution, Vraegar would have gone insane.

The dragon was in a pitiable state; grave injuries drated his body in grisly patterns, and as he slammed into the earth of this new dimension, Vraegar looked at his chest where he had just been struck, and he noticed that the injuries he received were far lesser than normal, even the pain was in no way reduced, it was a great indicator that the plan was working.

"Fuck… why did I ever allow myself to be the damned bait? This is so humiliating." Vraegar gritted his teeth and roared at the Memory of Drakul before pushing deeper into the dimension. A blip in hisnsciousness informed him he was barely a few thousand miles from his destination as he managed to lure Drakul to the lowest dimension inside Andar’s Magus Tower.

He did not know how much longer heuld endure the blows of the Memory who was now striking to kill, but with the might of this Old One beingntinuously suppressed the deeper they went, heuld barely remain alive, and only the knowledge that he was near the end of his destination was keeping him sane.

However as Vraegar was set to move towards the final junction where the suppression of the dimension would reach the highest point, he observed that the Memory of Drakul had stopped chasing him and seemed to be bowing his head inntemplation, and the heart of the dragon skipped a beat, it was very important that the Memory followed him to this place or he would soon be able to decipher the workings of this Tower, Vraegaruld not allow that to happen, for if he did, then their sacrifice would be for nothing and Drakul would crush them all like ants.

Vraegar’s mind whirled around, a thousand thoughts filling the space of his skull in ever-passing moments as he struggled to follow through with a plan that would lead to their plan working, but heuld only see a single path thatuld lead the Memory to the trap even though it might seem stupid in hindsight.

Due to a matter of pride, Vraegar had decided he would not let Drakul hear his voice, but to draw him to where he wanted, Vraegar would have to let go of his pride, for this plan to work at all, then he would need tommunicate when he felt that he had gathered his thoughts properly and cursed himself for his stupidity again at accepting the plans of Andar, he turned towards the Memory of Drakul that had not been moving,

"Hey, Drakul," Vraegar bared his teeth, "I’m not impressed."

The dragon lashed his tail in the air and turned around, walking leisurely into the distance while feigning a yawn.

"How dare–"

Suppressing his rapidly beating heart, the dragon rudely interrupted the Memory of the Old One,

"You should be silent, Drakul. You are not worthy to kill a lesser immortal like me and my brood, and I pity you, your shame should know no bounds. Your prey is before you, and yet you hesitate."

Vraegar swallowed his panic when he saw that Drakul had not made a move to crush his skull,ntinuing with his madness,

"Ofurse, there is a trap; you would be foolish to think otherwise, how else can lesser immortals fight against a greater power like you? Yet, the question is, even with all our plans, do you fear three lesser immortals at your stage? Would you stand by as we make a fool of you or assert your dominance? In a billion possible scenarios, who is in more danger, you or us? Even if you win in the end, Drakul, you have still lost because we made you fear! You do not deserve your power."

With those words, Vraegar began tonfidently walk towards the distance, telling himself he was not going to glance back.

The Memory of Drakul was silent; over time, his appearance was bming increasingly defined. He no longer appeared as if he was made from shadows and the figment of a nightmare; instead, Drakul was slowly taking the form of a man with pale skin that seemed to have never seen the light of the sun and long black hair that appeared to be shunned from the darkness.

The obvious goading of the dragon was to draw him into this trap of suppression, and if Drakul followed, then this would give these pesky immortals the chance to escape. He had been investigating this trap for a while now, and there was no tampering with any higher dimensional immortal, which was his onlyncern. Drakul had to decide if he would allow these nuisances to escape his hands for a short while as he attempted to claim this unknown structure.

Once more, he checked for the tampering of any higher dimensional immortal; even if he felt the influence of an immortal at the sixth dimension, he would hesitate further because, with their power over the dimension of Memory/Mind, theyuld disrupt his fragile Memory Matrix.

Drakul grinned at the dragon, and he took a step forward, crossing a great stretch of space and time, and he watched the panicking creature scramble towards the obvious trap, he would bite, but if these lesser immortals think they would escape from him they had no idea the power available to an Old One, how fastuld ants run?

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Staff glanced at Andar whose fingers were flying across the multiple holograms floating in front of him and lightly punched him on his shoulder,

"You did not have to make the dragon go out there, did you? Your trap was the bait."

Andar did not look up from thentrols but he smiled, "Vraegar needs to learn that power is not everything. He should have been able to learn that his presence as a bait was foolish on so many levels."

Staff frowned, "I believe it was because he trusted you that he went forward without any hesitation."

"Yes, and he needs to be punished for that sort of stupidity. He learns better when the lessons are taught in pain. Vraegar has as much potential as me, and if he was doing everything right, I believed we would have been able to fight this Memory, instead of fleeing to our father for help."