The Great Abyss of Primordial Demon had been destroyed, the Inheritance Ground of Primordial Chaos had been shattered, and the major Primordial Domains left were the Celestial Domain of Primordial Light, the Great Labyrinth of Primordial mory, and finally the Land of Miracle of Primordial Life.
Serathis’ path was entirely focused on the Land of Miracles; she had a personal stake in this Primordial Domain, and none of the bloodline avatars were willing to stand against her wrath.
The six Origin Ouroboros Serpents headed for the Great Labyrinth, this realm filled with treasures gathered from all over Reality and maybe from outside of Reality, was a potent source of attraction for the serpents, and there was a chance that they might find sothing surprising inside the Labyrinth.
Chronomancer Pri would be heading towards the Celestial Domain. All of these decisions were made even before the bloodline avatars entered Reality.
The three Primordials left were their target, and with the setbacks that Rowan had suffered, they were here for bloody vengeance.
The main bodies of the Primordials may still be out there, but this was just the beginning, and Pri considered it to be practice before the main play.
While the others may have been driven by fury or hunger, Pri was driven by a cold, surgical need for practice.
The setbacks Eos had faced, the manipulations of Eosah, and the confrontation with Enoch had revealed new layers of complexity in this war.
The main bodies of the Primordials might still be at large, their full power waiting in the wings. But these domains were their power bases inside this Reality, the wellsprings of their influence. To shatter them was to wound the Primordials profoundly.
Eos was a dangerous foe when you considered his youth against their eternity. He could only be monitored and carefully managed, but in their arrogance and elation upon escaping their madness, the Primordials had made a mistake.
Despite all the evidence to show they had won, they should never believe that Eos was beaten. This was a significant mistake that they would co to regret.
Chronomancer Pri was covered by a halo of power that was naturally being emitted from his body when he was not holding back his might. His descent into the Celestial Domain was loud, creating a commotion that rippled out throughout the land of light.
Although the Celestial domain had been divided by the ergence of Eva, the New Light, the foundations of a Primordial Domain could not be looked down upon. Before the war with Rowan, the Celestial Domain was acknowledged to be the most powerful Primordial Domain inside of Reality.
Tens of thousands of Celestial Creators who had mighty Angels in their Hosts, and in recent years, Asteroath, Primordial Light, had opened up the vaults of heaven, releasing countless treasures to bolster his heavenly hosts. Such an influx of resources placed the battles on hold as both sides in the war beca focused on developing their power base.
This brought an obvious result, as Chronomancer Pri descended upon the pearly gates of heaven. Angels, numbering in the trillions, launched a furious wave of power against the vast sphere of purple light bearing down on heaven, accompanied by Celestial Destroyers and even other occultic forces from the remnants of Demons still left in Reality. Heaven was no longer holding back, and with this volley of power sent against Chronomancer Pri, would decimate all known threats inside a Reality.
If this had been the Ouroboros Serpents or Serathis, they would have matched power for power and overwheld everything that was being thrown against them, but this was Chronomancer Pri. The last thing he wanted was to get a single scruff on his perfect suit.
One mont, his form was brighter than any falling star and was about to slam against a wave of power that would crush a million dinsions, but then in the next mont, he was behind the gates of heaven, skipping through the countless defenses that had been set up to hold back even a Primordial for long enough.
With his power, Pri had asserted that a segnt of the periter of Heaven’s Gate had always had a flaw —a special flaw that was a temporal backdoor present during its creation. It was through that door that he stepped, and he calmly looked behind him at the endless Hosts of heaven who were still watching the first volley they sent against Pri to do their work.
At the mont, he left a mirror image of himself from another tiline to continue his previous track of descent. This mirror image should hold their attention for a long enough ti. Stepping forward, he created another temporal door that led him directly into the heart of heaven.
Eva had been here, and that ant Rowan had the mory of this place, and if he did, it ant that Pri could assess it. One of his most crucial skill sets was being able to reach almost anywhere via the mory of his creator, although at the mont, traveling through Limbo would be challenging, but once Rowan could reach the ninth-dinsional level, all of that would change.
However, seeing sothing inside a mory and standing directly in that place was always a different experience. If he had reached here directly using Rowan’s mories, then he would not have detected this difference, because Rowan’s mory was perfect. Eva, on the other hand, could not perfectly convey every mystery behind the Reality of Heaven.
Pri smiled in appreciation of this wonder. The domain was a terrifying beauty; this was the only set of words he could use to describe it.
Mountains of solidified harmony that rose up into a sky of pure mathematical certainty. Rivers of liquid starlight flowing in perfectly calculated routes that a part of him wanted just to sit and observe.
Here, every photon knew its path for all eternity, and every note in the ambient chorus was predetermined. It was a realm without shadows, without questions, without... ti, only the eternal, brilliant present of Asteroath’s will.
And this Will had just detected the presence of Chronomancer Pri. The young man smiled and adjusted his suit, his eyes which resembled a clock face grew cold.
The reaction was instantaneous. The subtle harmony that guided heaven sharpened, it was as if every photon here had transford into a blade.
"I KNEW HE WOULD SEND SOONE, BUT WHOEVER YOU ARE... YOU SHALL PERISH IN AGONY!"
The last part of those words ca out in a screeching sound like fingers running over a board. Primordial Light was no longer hiding his madness in the face of death.
From the mountains and rivers, from the very air, the forces of heaven coalesced, and rapidly surrounded Pri.
What appeared were the countless angels he had left outside of heaven in a deceptive move. Primordial Light had instantly moved all of them into the heart of heaven, and despite their number, this place could hold all of them with no issues.
Most importantly, the power they had previously unleashed against him was now bearing down upon him again, and this ti their was no way to escape because the entirety of the heart of heaven had been locked.
Pri observed the oncoming tide of power and he sighed... a bit disappointed, It was, he calculated, the most predictable attack imaginable.
He slowly raided his hand but he did not manifest a shield, instead Pri raised a paradox. A whisper egered from his lips that every Angel in Heaven heard,
"Temporal Fugue... Splintered Epoch."
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