The Primordial Record

Mulsef was a powerful Old One, and his struggles within Seed’s grasp were great, but futile. An Old One was a being who walked on many dimensions simultaneously, but everything he was had been brought to nothing in the palm of Seed.

Initially, his physical form was just a shell that he could discard if the choice demanded it, and his current humiliating position surely demanded such a choice, but he could not escape.

When Seed grabbed his head, a sealing power covered the entirety of his existence, and no matter how he tried to pull his soul away from the hand of this monster, it was useless. His Memory, Fate, and Destiny had all been compressed into the space between Seed fingers. Mulsef almost went crazy when he contemplated that such a terrifying technique was possible, and it was in the hands of this monster. Why did he bring himself into this situation? Mulsef lamented.

A million techniques roared through his Mental Space as he discovered to his horror that his Will had been locked down, even the clones he created in secrets and his imprints in the memories of his descendants and disciples were all gone, wiped in an instant, it was as if he had been reduced from a giant into a helpless insect, and it did not help that the pain that Mulsef was feeling from his skull being crushed was a hundred times more piercing than it should be, rendering the act of thinking to become something of a chore.

The Old One did not scream in pain, even if he wanted, the flesh of Seed’s hand, which had long crushed his nose and mouth into a paste, denied him that release.

His eyes had nearly burst out of his head from the increasing pressure in his skull, and they had become swollen as they were filled with blood and brain matter.

The only act of defiance available to him was to stab Seed’s chest helplessly over and over again, his bodily instincts of preservation acting out. Apart from sparks flying out from their contact with his foe, he could as well be massaging the chest of this monster, who was not even looking at him but peering into the distance.

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Seed’s eyes lit up as he finally discovered the hint of discrepancy troubling him, and he was not happy with his conclusion.

He had been so distraught at everything happening around Romion that he failed to consider that this child seemed to be able to see the True Intent of Primordial Life!

From pushing him backward so that the blast from that Intent would send his body flying and carefully watching the sky before he struck with that strange spell, Romion could easily trace the path of the Primordial’s power and make sure he was not anywhere near it; such a thing was not natural.

Although this ability might seem inconsequential at the surface compared to the many mysteries surrounding this child, Seed knew that of every Old One here, including the Eldarah, he was the only one who could see the True Intent of Primordial Life. Not even Elura could boast of this feat.

How was this possible? What did he miss?

And as suddenly as a thunder strike the answer came to him and Seed cursed with anger, and was not even aware that he had squeezed the skull of Mulsef too hard and his intention to torture transformed to an execution as the headless body of Mulsef fell to his knees, his small arms still stabbing mechanically even in death.

Seed looked at this twitching body in irritation and kicked it away, and what was left of Mulsef exploded into gory bits and pieces.

What he had just discovered had shaken him because it was too early for him to gain such a privilege for Rowan’s present dimensional level.

The operation of power in Reality was both complex and straightforward, and for those who could see the True Intent of a Primordial, it meant that they could contain that Intent.

This meant they could become the Avatar of a Primordial, able to host their consciousness and walk upon Reality with powers that exceeded the norm.

In every Primordial Domain, some special immortals could access the True Intent of a Primordial, and they were all incredibly dangerous. In the Land of Miracles, there had once been several individuals who could access this power, but Seed had killed them all.

However, what was important to note was that the least qualification needed even to glimpse the True Intent of a Primordial was to be at the eighth-dimensional level. After that, countless more restrictions were required to reach this level, but Rowan was already a host of a Primordial?!

Seed gritted his teeth in anger. He had wondered which Primordial was so willing to break the rules and make ridiculous moves that stretched across all of existence. Still, this might be a feasible explanation if Rowan was a bearer of True Intent.

“Bastard! If this is the last act committed by the Eldarah, let it be upon your grave… Kill him!”

The waves of destructive energies surrounding him shook Seed from his contemplation. He had unconsciously surrounded himself with the shield he had once used against Romion, as multiple Old Ones were bombarding him.

The death of Mulsef, one of the leaders of the Eldarah, was so unexpected and shocking that something inside the hearts of all the Old Ones present here, all thirty-five of them, shook.

Old Ones were not supposed to die this way; it almost seemed like a joke. How could the discrepancy between them and Seed be so massive despite all having the same Primordial Bloodline?

If its attention were pointed outward, such a monster would be a boon to the Eldarah. Still, Seed had shown multiple times that he did not care that they descended from the same Primogenitor, and slaughtering a leader of the Eldarah in front of them was an insult that they could not abide. So, leaving age-old differences behind, they all attacked.

Seed’s eyes lit up in annoyance, not from the attack but by how weak they were, so many Old Ones, and they could not wear out the top layer of his shields.

His eyes tracked through the crowd of furious immortals until he spotted one of them who was different. Seed’s body vanished, only to reappear in the midst of the Eldarah. Disregarding their panicked cries, he seized his target, but this man moved so quickly that Seed failed to grab him.

Despite his failure, Seed smoothly continued his gestures, as multiple hands made from green bones encircled this man. Despite these hands reaching more than a hundred, like a slippery eel, this man dodged all the attempts to restrain him.

The Eldarah, in their fury, still noticed this discrepancy; none of them here would be able to boast of dodging a single one of the attacks from Seed, and this man, despite being in their midst for so long, was unfamiliar.

It did not help that this man, despite being besieged by the most powerful entity these Old Ones had ever seen, was smiling, as if he was enjoying the chase.

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