The Primordial Record

Chapter 1239: The Fall Of A Sun



A wave of heat poured through Ascendant Sun Dilos, tearing away nearly half of the limited amount of Core Aura he had, his entire existence would have been destabilized if hisNôv(el)B\\jnn

surroundings were not filled with Ascendant Aura that his body greedily drew upon in massive waves that created a storm of Ascendant Aura around him for miles.

In the Chaos, he could sense another wave storm of Ascendant Aura, and perhaps because he could sense it so clearly and knowing they were in danger, led him to quickly cut himself away from the Ascendant Aura streaming into his body, and this time it was a wave of chill that brushed past him, so potent that it sliced through half his body and he was blasted away for miles.

Although still disoriented he tried to call out for Trelmol, but it was too late, not as adept in large-scale combat as Dilos, he had not quickly shut himself from drawing in Ascendant Aura, and Dilos eyes opened to see a massive Ascendant Sun rising, but in this place there could not be a greater mistake.

He saw what had torn through half his body in an instant they were massive silver bolts, the smallest was around ten thousand feet long and the speed they traveled with was so extreme that they left long cracks in space that froze over, creating long lines of burning silver fire behind in space, it was almost entrancing to watch.

The Ascendant body of Trelmol was battered by billions of these bolts!

Trelmol did not even have the time to scream, his body was like an airbag that had been punctured so badly that its structural integrity simply became nonexistent.

Even as his body collapsed into nonexistence there were still plenty of chances to save him, and that was when Dilos comprehended the full horror that they had been thrown into.

It turned out that the bolts that had torn Trelmol to pieces had just emerged from a small section of the combatants here, and it should be noted that those bolts had numbered in the billions.

What came next was the true definition of Calamity, reality hummed and shrieked and countless billions of silver bolts repeatedly shredded through the area where any remnants of Ascendant Sun Trelmol Aura could be sensed. It did not matter how much he tried to heal or the power of the Memories that he could call upon, it was useless before a barrage that would shred through a universe countless times over.

Dilos could only mutter in shock and frustration, unable to call out to Trelmol to stop trying to heal himself, his act of drawing power only lit him up like a beacon, but in the throes of panic and pain, Trelmol would not be able to think straight, and faster than he might have hoped, Trelmol reached his limit, and with a last despairing cry, his presence vanished from reality.

What was left of him was a frozen orb that contained a vaguely humanoid body that was hugging its legs to his body, and as the orb fell, Dilos pursued it, a part of himself not quite believing that the last of his kin was gone.

The form Dilos took was a miniature ball of light with some skeletal structure that could be barely seen within, barely emitting any energy, his presence was lost in the chaos around him.

Reaching the descending orb Dilos gazed one last time at his brother and then he disengaged from it, and a second later a passing tentacle that had been torn off from the body of a Calamity god flew past and crushed the remnant of Trelmol into nothingness.

Dilos held back his pain and looked around him and for a while, he forgot about himself. To understand what he was witnessing, Dilos had to compartmentalize his thoughts into different parts so as to encapsulate the entirety of the battle because it was too vast for him to take in at a single glance.

Unlike a normal three-dimensional world where the horizon could be seen in a distance and it was impossible to truly see far without the curvature of the world to hinder your sight due to its limited size, Doom Star did not have such limitation, and if one was capable enough, they could see for many millions of miles, and Dilos could see even farther, and everything he saw was carnage.

When he had been expelled from this time period into the past, what Dilos had seen was a clash between the realm's will and the intruder who had been decimating both Ascendant Suns, but now he saw a world that had been separated into three sides.

Two massive presences had appeared in the realm, so gargantuan that it almost defied imagination. One of which was a massive landmass that hovered above the realm, covering nearly a third of it, which meant that Dilos could not even see the full extent of this land mass, and he was an Ascendant Sun.

From this land mass streamed a seemingly unending tide of silver, Dilos could only watch in mute awe as more of these creatures kept emerging, an unholy merger of man and scorpion, the eight stingers they carried were responsible for shooting the massive silver bolts that shredded Trelmol to pieces.

Everything that Ascendant Sun Dilos knew was wrapped around Aura, everything had it, either living or nonliving, from rocks to the wind, a unique signature that he could detect even with most of his senses shut off, and although a mountain had one Aura, break off a little piece of it, and that piece over time would lose the Aura of the mountain and form its own unique signature, that was the way reality works, but the mass of silver and frozen flames beneath all had a singular Aura as if he was not looking at trillions of beings but a singular entity separated in countless portions.

However what he found that was alarming was that the Aura these creatures had was not uniform, those descending from the land mass above had weaker Auras but as time passed by these Aura kept getting stronger, it was as if he was watching these creatures rapidly ascend the ranks of power with every moment that was passing.

If this confrontation was a pie sliced in three parts he had just noted one of the slices and he went to the other slice, and although this part should have been familiar to him, it was not, he had seen Calamity before, but not like this...

The seven Calamity Suns were no longer in the sky covered by an everlasting hue of darkness, now their true forms were revealed, massive piles of diseased flesh and unchecked growth that led to tumors and tentacles. Eyes that contained teeth and mouths filled with eyes, were the least unearthly mutations on the bodies of these Calamity Suns.

Their bulk slammed into the ocean of silver and massive tentacles without number dove into the endless tides of bodies and crushed, bringing these struggling bodies to millions of mouths where they were crushed and devoured.

From the ocean erupted countless Calamity gods, so many of them that Dilos would never have imagined that this realm could hold this amount of Calamity gods within it, and they also battled against the tide of silver.

This was the second slice of the pie, and the last of it drew his attention like nothing else because he could sense a calling from it.