The Primordial Record

This was it…

This is how the universe ended.

The attacks against Rowan's Dimension began with little warning, three days after the Demon King fell.

The number of vortices in his dimension linking to the universe had stabilized at ninety-five million. This meant that at this juncture Rowan had ninety-five million points of entry into his dimension, and he had no way to close them.

His Dimension was covered in black fog, and even the lights from the incoming worlds and stars entering into it from rye outside universe did little to lighten up the environment. Since he began channeling the Aether from the universe to feed the World Seed he had been able to allocate far more attention to this battle, but since he was not the most experienced when it cto large-scale warfare of this sort, he left it to the Lady of Shadows.

She was born to fight wars like this. Even in her apparent somberness, Rowan could still detect the excitement flowing within her veins. For the first tin a long time, the Lady of Shadow was truly alive.

The Demons attacked first and began their assault using more than a million points of entry. They csilently in numbers that would baffle the imagination, and against any other opponents, this number of demons ready for war would stagger them, their opponent however was the Lady of Shadows.

Each vortex was massive, enough that planets and stars could easily be sucked into Rowan's dimension with little hassle, and the Demons entered his dimensions by hitching a ride through the descending planets.

They had not learned much in the failed scouting mission previously, but they had learned that every vortex led to a different part of the Dimension, and so the demons had carefully spread themselves to different entry points, digging into a random plor moons and allowed themselves to be sucked into the vortex.

Led by five Demon Princes and a million Demon Generals scattered amongst the horde, the plan was to hide inside the worlds until they had fully breached into this strange dimension and do what demons did best—Wreak havoc.

Each plheld hundreds of thousands of demons who had all masked their Aura, even the planets the Demon Princes had hidden themselves in were inconspicuous, and in a single concerted rush using a million points of entry, more than a hundred and fifty billion demon kind flooded into his Dimension.

To put this number into perspective, the War on Trion had been ongoing for a million years, yet the number of demons that had been fielded in the entire battle, accounting for both the living and the dead, did not number more than twenty-two billion.

Lesser universes had been crushed by a lesser number of demons. Yet this one was led by multiple Demon Princes and unlike how Demons usually went about their warfare, they had chosen to be silent and cunning.

It did not help them, Rowan's consciousnesses had now freed themselves of enough load to thoroughly monitor his dimension, and his great eye saw everything, and channeled it towards the Lady of Shadows.

Eva gestured, behind her were a hundred thousand Spell Weavers took a step forward and released their radiance, merging it with Eva, the Spell Weaver with the highest rank here was at the fifth weave, they were all wearing long flowing robes of gold and silver, with a blank full-face mask on their faces, and they bowed at the gigantic eye of Rowan, this gesture was the sign of the first salvo.

Rowan had given Eva permission to all his three Chambers, Astrolabe, Knowledge Well, and Hollow Forge. The Lady of Shadows knew the importance of these tools, and she used them effectively, as invaluable as they were as utility tools, they were also quite deadly in battle, and with the advent of Rowan's bloodline to the Immortal Level, their powers had multiplied exponentially.

Linking herself to the hundred thousand Spell Weavers, she channeled the light of Astrolabe to the million points of entry chosen by the demons, Knowledge Well made sure she could accurately pinpoint the planets they were hidden inside even when the worlds were shooting by with speeds far faster than light and covered with millions of other passing heavenly bodies, and she connected all these worlds to the Hollow Forge.

Eva collected all the light from the Spell Weavers, allowed it to run from her feet down to her right hand, and finally settled on her palm, and then she snapped her fingers.

There was a bright flash of bluish-white light all over the dimension as Astrolabe activated and drew a million planets chosen by the demons as their vehicle and sent them all into Hollow Forge, and in an instant, all the planets were vaporized to their tiniest components and stored inside the Hollow Forge, alongside it were the fifty billion demons.

None were spared even the Demon Princes. None made a sound.

The voice of Eva rang in the mind of Circe, "They had chosen to enter battle in silence, is it not fitting that they also die in silence?"

Circe shivered.

Eva looked away, already focusing on other tasks as her purple tendrils vibrated as she began to move the troops to the areas she anticipated the incoming assaults would be focused on. She sent a message using one of her tendrils placed deep inside the darkest parts of the dimension, in the depths of the Primordial Sea of Darkness.

"Reaper… Wake up."

That first assault lasted for barely a second, but it had already shattered nearly all the demonic presence bred inside this universe for the last six hundred million years.

This signified a vast amount of resources, and Eva channeled all those resources to a single presence.

The battle was just beginning, and it was her duty to make sure that every resource used was utilized to its utmost. Logistics could make or break a war.

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"I walk in the shadows of despair and extinction, but I know no fear…. Anarchy is my blood… I am its blade, and now I am free to eat."

Tenma's eyes opened. He now had seventy-two of them. Two were on his face, but the rest were clustered closely on his back, running down his spine.

The multiple eyes in his body held a chilly gaze that stank of madness and despair, and another chilling quality, hunger. They were all dead, but were still frighteningly alive.

The words he spoke cnot from his mouth, but from the many eyes he had in his body, this was a truth he believed in above all because for the last four thousand years he had never stopped fighting.

He shrugged his wide shoulders and stood up and kept rising and rising… until his present form was revealed. He still had his humanoid shape, except he was now tens of thousands of feet taller. His skin was pale, and his long black hair had been cut short so it stopped just below his neck. From all visible appearance, he looked like a man, except for his size and long black claws in place of fingernails.

Temma was shirtless, wearing only knee breeches made from the feathers of Angels. He looked at the world around him and saw anarchy and the onset of a battle so great it almost defied anything he could have previously imagined and his soul throbbed in happiness.