The Primordial Record flashed repeatedly, and its black cover began to fade until it took the shine of a bright blue diamond. The Primordial Record had always taken the shape of a book, but that was its nascent form, and although many of its previous users had been able to evolve to a higher form due to its powers, none of its users had been able to affect this Singularity.

None of its users had been able to touch the core of this Singularity…

None of its users had been able to reach the fifth layer of Origin…

None of its users had been Rowan freaking Kuranes!

Surrounded by the millions of Origin Realms created by Rowan before his passing, the Primordial Record resembled a bright sun surrounded by tiny stars, and it released ripples of power that swept across Limbo instantaneously, disregarding the limits of time and space, and not even the Primordials were capable of this.

"Ah! Before his death, he activated the Primordial Record with his Primordial Essence." Elgorath screamed in joy, "The final locks have been opened, and now we can gain our prize, sister. Your plan worked."

Nyxara smiled, "The greatest problem we had was that the Primordial Record would only be opened if its owner did so without any form of coercion. With everything we have taken from him, Rowan would have never reached the Primordial level just to spite us, but if we can make this happen on his own terms, then we can return and claim what was always ours."

Xyris laughed and pointed toward Eos, who was still sealed inside the flesh of the Abomination, but now he had been surrounded by his New Primordials, who seemed to be trying to free him from his incarceration, "What about him? With the unlocked Primordial Record in hand, there is no reason to keep him alive. You have seen what his Incarnation is capable of; he would prove a much greater foe than Rowan ever could be."

"Yes, he shall not live past the hour," Nyxara agreed, "but first, seize the Primordial Record before the Abomination returns. Then we can slowly settle our grievances with all who had undermined our destiny for so long."

Nyxara spread her wings and was about to fly towards the gleaming Primordial Record when the general of Death swept his scythe in front of her, causing her to pause and reveal great anger in her eyes. She growled through gritted teeth,

"Little man, know your place; you are not the Beast. How dare you stand before my path?"

The general cocked its head to the side, the cracked mask it wore seemed to be smiling, "Just a gentle reminder, Nyxara, do not forget the nature of our agreement. You are close to getting everything you want, and so you should not forget the reason you are able to reach this point."

Nyxara sneered, "The death of our brother has not been forgotten. You have made your point quite clear, and our domain would not clash. You shall have End, and we shall have Origin. Stand aside, the Abomination quickly returns, and it grows ever stronger. Our only chance is to absorb the power of Origin and ascend to our full potential."

The general paused as if in contemplation, and then he took away his scythe, and his horse shifted to the side. Nyxara smirked and flew towards the Primordial Record, the only thing that was left in her sight.

Her siblings were also enraptured by this sight, the moment they had all been fighting for had arrived, and despite all the challenges they had faced up to this point, the madness placed inside their bodies by their father, the coperation with the Temple of End that brought great risk for the slmmest chance for victory, and the many variants abominations like Eos, Death and the rest they had to face while under the throes of madness, even the loss of their brother Asteroath, and yet they had survived everything and the result of theor victory was within their grasp.

Nyxara reached for the Primordial Record, and her finger brushed across one of the Origin Realms created by Rowan, and like a bubble, it easily crumbled. The realm disintegrated, and Nyxara barely felt any pressure from its disintegration, even though the power that emerged from it would have injured an average Primordial quite easily.

However, her hand that had been a few meters away from the Primordial Record could not seem to cross that small gap; in fact, the space around her began to lengthen, and the book grew distant. Shocked and angered by what had just happened, she looked around and realized that the space had not been stretched as she had initially believed; it had grown.

This growth was extremely great, encompassing countless trillions of light-years and cutting across all nine dimensions. Her siblings and the general of Death, who were close together, found themselves scattered across vast distances.

Giving a cry of anger, Nyxara cut across this newly created space until she was right before the Primordial Record, and the rest of the Primordials and the General appeared beside her and looked at the Primordial Record still floating gently in front of them.

"What just happened, Nyxara?" Xylos growled violently, "This is not the time to be holding back; take the Primordial Record by force, or I shall step up and do what you cannot."

Nyxara's eyes tightened in anger, but she suppressed that emotion. Perhaps she had been too eager to claim the Primordial Record, and she became careless, shattering an Origin Realm that none of them here fully understood, and were trying not to think about, because Origin at the fifth layer was not supposed to even exist. It was like a mortal finding out their universe was just a speck inside an infinite Reality, but that Reality was not infinite in the eyes of higher-dimensional beings… There was no frame of reference for them to even understand what infinite truly meant.

Swallowing her retort, Nyxara gently reached for the Primordial Record, her hands bending and elongating like a tentacle so she could bypass any of the floating Origin Realms around the Primordial Record.

Her breathing became faster as she was on the verge of touching the cover of the book when her eyes widened in shock and anger. There were no winds here, and the Origin Realms were fixed in place and were unmoving; however, several of these Origin Realms, as if pushed by an unknown hand, gently drifted across the entire length of her arm, and with a faint pop, a hundred Origin Realms disintegrated.

"Son of a …"

"FWOOOSH…. WHOOSHH…."

A single Origin Realm had dramatically expanded space that it pushed the Primordials across a distance that an eighth-dimensional Old One would never be able to cross, even if they were given infinite lifespan. What would happen if a hundred Origin Realms exploded?

In one moment, Nyxara had been close to touching the prize that she had been fighting for all her life, and in the next… where was she?

The Primordial of Soul and Life looked around; her senses could still feel her siblings, but they were so distant, it was almost as if they had been tossed to the extreme ends of Limbo.

Her eyes widened when she realized that even a hundred Origin Realms collapsing should not have led to such a drastic growth, but it seemed that the explosion of hundreds of these fed on each other, making the growth of space something extremely drastic.

Seizing her hair and pulling it out from its roots, Nyxara screamed in rage before she vanished into the distance.

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