Timorath's words hung in the air, his calm but firm words daring anyone to step forward. Zarrakis, however, was not so easily baited. Although he was the embodiment of chaos, he was far from stupid. Fighting Timorath head-on was not his style,not when he could sow discord and watch others tear each other apart.
When Timorath told him to fight, Zarrakis simply grinned and kept quiet, his chaotic energy simmering beneath the surface. He met Timorath's gaze with a look of mocking innocence, as if to say, "Who, me? I'm just here to watch the show."His silence was deliberate, a calculated move to agitate the others without exposing himself to unnecessary risk.
On the other side of the gathered primordials was Vyrinox as he watched the exchange with a sneer. He had no patience for Zarrakis' antics. "Waste," he muttered under his breath, disdain evident in his voice. "Why is he trying to act if he can't even do something as simple as this? All talk, no action."
Vyrinox's serpentine eyes scanned the scene, his mind already calculating his next move. He had no interest in Zarrakis' games or Timorath's posturing. His goal was clear: to survive and claim the power he needed to escape Vastoth's pursuit. The Monolith of Time was a means to an end, and he wasn't about to let petty rivalries distract him.
With a subtle flick of his fingers, Vyrinox formed a thread of deception energy into the air. It was a small thing, almost imperceptible, but it was enough to plant seeds of doubt and mistrust. The energy latched onto Delxi, amplifying his already tense emotions. The primordial of destruction's eyes glazed over with rage, and he turned to the nearest target—Zarrakis.
"You!" Delxi roared, his voice shaking the ground. "You've been grinning like a fool this whole time. What are you planning, chaos-bringer?"
Zarrakis raised an eyebrow, his grin never faltering. "Planning? Me?"
But Delxi wasn't in the mood for banter. His axe glowed with destructive energy as he swung it toward Zarrakis. The primordial of chaos dodged with ease, his chaotic energy swirling around him like a living thing. "Careful, Delxi," he said, his tone mocking. "You might hurt someone."
The exchange drew the attention of the other primordials, their focus shifting to the growing conflict. Nysara stepped forward, her golden armor gleaming as she raised a hand to intervene. "Enough!" she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "This is exactly what he wants. Don't let him—"
But before she could finish, another thread of deception energy struck the ground near her feet, sending a shockwave through the area. The primordials staggered, their focus shifting from Delxi and Zarrakis to the growing instability around them. Vyrinox watched from the shadows, his expression unreadable.
Nysara's eyes flickered between Zarrakis and Delxi, who were locked in a brutal clash, their powers tearing through the air like a storm. Nearby, two other primordials,whose laws were inherently opposed had also begun to fight, their grudges flaring up as the tension in the gathering reached its peak. The air was thick with energy, the ground trembling under the weight of their combined power.
"Enough!" Nysara's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. She unsheathed her sword, its golden blade glowing with the radiant power of order. "Since you can't reason peacefully, I will make you reason with force."
Her words were meant to restore balance, to quell the chaos before it spiraled out of control. But what she didn't anticipate was how her actions would be perceived. To the other primordials, her unsheathing of the sword was not a call for order—it was a declaration of war.
Boom!!
A deafening sound echoed across the battlefield, shaking the very fabric of space. For a moment, everything fell silent. The primordials froze, their eyes darting around as they tried to identify the source of the explosion. But the silence didn't last long.
"Enough waiting!" one of the primordials roared, his voice filled with pent-up rage. He charged at another, his powers flaring as he unleashed a devastating attack. The sound of their collision was like thunder, and it shattered the fragile peace.
Seeing this, the others joined in. Alliances were forgotten, grudges were reignited, and the battlefield erupted into chaos. Primordials whose laws were inherently opposed—fire and water, light and shadow, death and life—turned on each other with reckless abandon. The air was filled with the clash of powers, the ground cracking and splintering under the strain.
Nysara stood at the center of it all, her sword raised, but even she was caught off guard by the sheer scale of the conflict. "This… this is not what I intended," she murmured, her eyes wide with disbelief. But there was no time to dwell on her mistake. A blast of chaotic energy hurtled toward her, and she raised her sword just in time to deflect it.
Zarrakis, ever the opportunist, laughed as he watched the chaos unfold. "Now this is what I call a party!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the din. He darted through the battlefield, his chaotic energy swirling around him as he added fuel to the fire.
Timorath, standing near the Monolith of Time, watched the fight unfold. "And so it begins," he murmured, his golden horn pulsing faintly with energy. He made no move to intervene, content to let the primordials exhaust themselves in their greed and ambition and after that he would act.
Vyrinox, still lurking in the shadows, saw his chance. While the others were fighting among themselves, he slipped closer to the monolith, his form flickering as he used his deception laws to mask his presence. But even he couldn't avoid the chaos entirely. A stray blast of energy struck the ground near him, forcing him to dodge and revealing his position.
"Not so fast, deceiver," Nysara said, her voice cold as she dashed towards him. Her golden armor gleamed in the dim light, her sword raised and ready. "Your games end here."
Before Nysara could even attack, something unprecedented happened, something that would change the era of primordials—a primordial fell. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, His essence spilled out like water from a broken vessel. The moment he died, the universe itself seemed to tremble. A deafening roar echoed across the divine realm, and the sky turned a deep, blood-red, as if mourning the loss of one of its pillars. The ground trembled, and the air grew heavy with an oppressive energy, a sign that something fundamental had been torn from the fabric of universe.
Somewhere else in the divine realm, an ascendant who had been meditating suddenly felt a profound emptiness. He clutched his chest, his breath hitching as a wave of inexplicable grief washed over him. "Why am I feeling like this?" he muttered to himself, his voice trembling. He sat down, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the loss of something he didn't even know he had.
Far away, in a distant corner of the universe, a group of creatures performing an ancient ritual froze in horror. Their idol,a statue representing the fallen primordial,cracked and crumbled to dust before their eyes. The air was filled with panicked cries as they realized their god was gone. "What do we do now?" one of them wailed, their voice echoing in the void.
Lex, sitting in his home meditating, was alerted to the disturbance almost immediately. His eyes narrowed as he felt the tremors ripple through the universe. "This fast?" he thought, his surprise evident. Although he had anticipated the eventual fall of the primordials, he hadn't expected it to happen so soon,or so violently. His gaze wandered across the cosmos, settling on the divine realm and the battlefield where the fighting was taking place. From his vantage point, he could see everything clearly, the chaos unfolding like a grim spectacle.
On the battlefield, the remaining primordials stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. The death of one of their own was unthinkable,a violation of the natural order. For a moment, the fighting ceased as they processed what had just happened. Some wondered if the prize was worth the cost, while others felt a growing sense of dread.
But then, something even more unsettling occurred. The primordial who had delivered the killing blow began to change. His body glowed with an otherworldly light, and his aura grew stronger, more oppressive. He was absorbing the laws and essence of the fallen primordial, his power increasing exponentially.
"He's absorbing the laws and essence of the dead primordial!" Vyrinox shouted, his voice cutting through the silence. His eyes widened as he realized the implications. This wasn't just a battle for the Monolith of Time anymore,it was a fight for survival.
Nysara's golden eyes narrowed, a bad premonition settling over her. "This is the beginning of something far worse," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She could feel the balance of the universe shifting, the fabric of reality straining under the weight of what had just occurred.
Zarrakis, on the other hand, felt a thrill of excitement. "Finally," he said, his grin widening. "Things are getting interesting."
The primordial who had absorbed the essence of the fallen now radiated an aura of overwhelming power. His eyes glowed with a manic light as he surveyed the battlefield, his gaze lingering on the other primordials like a predator sizing up its prey. "HAHAHA!" he laughed, his voice echoing with madness. "This… this is true power!"
Before he could act, Timorath stepped forward and raised his hand as runes flickered in his hand and all of a sudden the battlefield froze. Time itself came to a standstill, the mad primordial and the others trapped in a temporal confinement. Some of the primordials tried to resist, their powers flaring as they struggled against Timorath's control, but they were no match for his overwhelming strength.
"Enough," Timorath said, his voice calm but firm. "This madness ends here."