The Primordial Record - Chapter 1109: Memories Of Fire (6)

There was a collective sigh of relief from everyone here despite the shrinking area of safety, it did not matter what sort of preparation they made if this space could not protect them from the incoming destruction.

Now they only had to hope it lasted long enough to see them through this disaster, there was no thought about what could come after.

No matter how powerful Telmus’ hold over space was, he was dead, he could not actively fight against the passing wave of destruction and it was a testament to his power that he was the only one who was visibly standing against the wave of destruction.

The wave slowly chewed towards the center where everyone waited for the end, their eyes looking towards the incoming tide of restoration behind that seemed so very distant.

Space and time were acting weirdly and so it was impossible to determine if the wave of restoration would reach them in time before the safety of Telmus’s domain dissipated.

The surrounding space continued to shrink until they had no choice but to shift closer to the standing body of Telmus, who after all this while with him being beside them, they all chose to look away from him.

It was not a conscious choice, their bodies and souls dreaded the thought of looking at this man because, without his supreme control over his powers, one look could mean the end of your soul.

Also, there was the knowledge that they were beside someone so special his kind might never be found again, and even if they did not know why, their souls mourned him, like looking at a supreme painting that was not completed, or hearing music that was so sweet yet whose composition was halted halfway, so no one could ever know what height it could reach.

The creature resembled a golden statue, and its form was difficult to comprehend, but it stood on four feet, and of its flaming red wings there were eighty of them, and each of them had eyes at the center. The face of the creature was like a lion and a reptile was mixed, giving it both a familiar and alien visage.

There was a single large eye in the center of its face, and at this moment the eye was closed as if it was asleep, and everyone just stood and watched this creature in awe. The sheer power they could feel emanating from this being was ridiculous, its presence alone held back the tides of destruction effortlessly, meaning it was using no single iota of power to keep itself and everyone here safe.

True sadness lies in unmet expectations.

The space shuddered and shrank inward alarmingly, and when it seemed that it could not hold out any longer, a presence was felt beside them, ephemeral, yet incredibly powerful, and then they were covered by a massive shadow whose presence halted the destructive tides in its place, covering the entirety of the collapsing space of Telmus, and bathing the inhabitant with a glow that rapidly cleanse them of any debilitating condition, even Fury on the verge of death, felt his soul beginning to heal as his shattered Divine Spark began to seal itself together.

Massive wings burning like a red sun enclosed them, dissipating the shadow to reveal the creature that had saved them from the end of everything.

The creature resembled a golden statue, and its form was difficult to comprehend, but it stood on four feet, and of its flaming red wings there were eighty of them, and each of them had eyes at the center. The face of the creature was like a lion and a reptile was mixed, giving it both a familiar and alien visage.

There was a single large eye in the center of its face, and at this moment the eye was closed as if it was asleep, and everyone just stood and watched this creature in awe. The sheer power they could feel emanating from this being was ridiculous, its presence alone held back the tides of destruction effortlessly, meaning it was using no single iota of power to keep itself and everyone here safe.

Everyone here knew what that meant, even with all their powers combined, they would not be able to inflict the tiniest fraction of a percent of damage to this creature. It was humbling for everyone here to see something so far above them, Andar who thought the most powerful beings he had seen, which were Tower Masters and his Creator, both paled before the power of this supreme being.

A shrill scream suddenly interrupted the silence as the Empress shrieked, unlike everyone here, it was the worldview of the Empress that had been shaken the most. Empress Scarlet had thought she understood how the world worked, for so long she knew her place in it and understood all its hidden layers.

She was a fervent devotee of history so she knew the known histories of the universes going back hundreds of millions of years, and what all that knowledge taught her was that Trion was special, the powers it contained could not be found in any material universe and the Empress knew that she stood below a few, and was above the multitude.

But in these last few moments, the Empress had been placed under continuous mental stress that had not just shaken her worldview, it had crushed them into smithereens, Telmus and his daughter were both mortal but the the power that made immortals seemed like helpless children, the apparent death and renewal of the universe, and finally, this unknown giant creature with flaming wings was the last straw, everything she knew was broken and madness was not even a consolation,

A heavy voice rumbled, “Silence her, or she will be silenced!”

The Empress upon hearing the voice of the creature did not go silent, instead, her fear increased as madness fled from her mind and she shrieked louder, but she suddenly collapsed after Malakitu hurriedly struck her at the back of her neck, crushing her spine and encasing it in darkness so she could not heal, effectively paralyzing her.

He bowed hurriedly towards the creature and Fury, Andar, and the white-haired girl also bowed. The eyes of the Power that had been opened a silver closed up and from the rumble from its chest, it would seem that the creature had gone to sleep.

It was Andar who broke the silence first, after observing the creature for a while, particularly its wings that were so familiar and so filling him with confusion because he thought he knew what those wings signified but he could not be sure. He sighed and turned to the girl who had helped him complete the forging of the treasure that kept Mira’s body safe,

“Thank you for your assistance earlier, my name is Andar Erikson, and although I am a Mage, I am not your enemy.”

“Mage?” Malakith whispered, “The universe must have changed a lot while I was away, but I don’t think they were making Mages quite like you when I last roamed it. You fit an extra-dimensional entity better than any Mage that I have seen.”

The white-haired girl looked at Andar a bit strangely before replying, “Hello Andar, I have no name, but you can call me…” She looked at her hand, “…Staff.”

“Ok… Staff,” Andar slowly said, “Do you have any idea what is going on outside and what this entity is?”

A heavy voice rumbled, “The final battle begins and time has been recreated and halted, in a while you shall be made to see, but not before, else your mind shall shatter and the Creator’s will in your lives shall go to waste. I, Malik, would not permit it.”

Andar ears perked up when he heard the words Creator, and finally, his suspicion reached a tipping point, and he bowed, “Great Malik, the Creator…”

“The hands of the Creator are upon you, child, for you know him and he knows you also…”

Andar nearly fell to his knees and he whispered, “Rowan…”

By his side, Fury stumbled.