The Primordial Record

In the central area of the massive realm that the Eye of Time had transformed into, there was an endless field filled with the air of the Primordial Era, for within were creatures that should not have existed in this Era for their time was long past, and yet the Eye of Time had been able to hold onto this abominable power that the Primordials had ended and brought it to a new

Era.

The air of that distant Era was caused by the inhabitants of this endless field, where from a distance they would seem like ants, but even the smallest of them here was tens of thousands of feet tall, and there was a central figure in their midst was a creature whose size was nearly impossible to describe as its form bent space and time.

Wearing armor made from silver gems and living ice, the Horde of Gothran' Inul knelt before the body of their king, a titan with a thousand arms and a hundred faces, whose eyes were the size of worlds. Their king was dead, with a massive wound on his chest where his heart was ripped from it.

This should not have hurt this titan but whoever had struck this blow had been so powerful that the remnant energy left behind in the wound had ensured that the energy of this titan was spent and still it could not heal the wound, dragging this creature that should have been an eighth-dimensional entity to the grave.

Yet this entity had a last trick up its sleeves, for in its death, every single drop of blood within this titan had given birth to an eternal army of silver and ice that surrounded its corpse, keeping it safe from all desecration until the end of time. This army was nameless, their creator after all was dead, and the Eye of Time had no authority to give them names.

It was unknown what method the Eye of Time had been able to use to gain the body of this titan, but the truth of it was rather simple, this unknown titan had died on the surface of the Eye of Time during the Primordial Era, it had been struck a terrible blow by a powerful Celestial and it had crawled unto the Eye to die, and in exchange for sheltering its body throughout time, the Eye would be able to call upon its army for three times, after the third time, the army of this titan would leave to create a new race and begin the journey of climbing back the ladder of the higher dimensions with the hopes that one day, it would be resurrected again.

This would be the last time the Eye of Time would be able to call upon this army, the first two times that it did was to save it from a life-threatening disaster, and now more than ever, it needed this power to survive.

Speaking the lost language of the Frost Titans, the Eye of Time called upon the army, fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Blood of Gothran'Inul, your weight of silver and ice I have borne for eternities without number. Of thee, I shall call, and of three you shall rise. My enemy stands all around me, and by the pledge you have borne, they are now thine own. Arise and wipe this world clean!"

Within the horde, the first of them arose and its weird metallic and icy form was humanoid from the waist upwards, with eight arms and six glowing dots on their featureless faces that represented their eyes, from the waist down their bodies became that of an arachnid.

With eight massive stingers behind their backs that were raised and spread out like a fan, each stinger capable of harnessing various fundamental forces of reality, every member of this horde was a force of destruction.

The bodies of these creatures were powerful, however, what was surprising was that they were all mortal, and the breath of the power emerging from their bodies was insubstantial. More and more of them began to awaken, and before long, the endless fields where they had been sleeping were teeming with movements as trillions of these creatures arose, and this was simply a fraction of the creatures here.

Rowan had once seen the vision of the war during the Primordial Era, and one thing that struck him was the ridiculous number of participants in that battle.

There had been no words that could describe all of reality under siege from a seemingly inexhaustible amount of combatants.

A portion of that reality was being expressed here on the Eye of Time, but then something that should be expected happened, and it was slightly ridiculous.

Loud hisses erupted from this awakening horde, as they held their metallic heads in their hands, they all seemed to be in great pain, and yet the order from the Eye of Time was beyond a command, and they began to scatter towards the edges of the land while releasing hisses of pain, their number seemingly infinite.

The closest of the horde had just reached the edge of the realm of the Eye of Time before it collapsed, it had reached its limits and its soul had collapsed.

A wave of death spread throughout the infinite horde and there was silence. They were all dead.

This outcome was expected, despite how powerful these creatures were, their souls were mortal, and after the repeated series of skirmishes that had just taken place that had repeatedly swept through this realm, unleashing extra-dimensional energies that had soaked into the realm destabilizing some of its core components that could maintain life. These creatures no matter how powerful they were, their mortal souls could not survive in this environment and it was a miracle that they were able to last this long for even an immortal soul would have to tread lightly here, for this realm was no longer a domain where time nor space held any meaning.

The massive body of one of the hordes that was at the edge of the realm of the Eye of Time leaned forward in death and its mass pushed it off the edge of the realm and it began to fall. The distance separating the Eye of Time and the realm of Doom Star was not expansive, despite their massive sizes, only a few miles were between them, and the falling creature, and it was not even halfway there before its body shivered and the glow from the six spots on its head lit up once more, and a loud hiss erupted from it.

This hiss came from the eight stingers at their back that shook rhythmically, since they had no mouths on their featureless face, and their tails were the only method they used in

communicating.

Life blazed anew inside the hearts of the creature and its body slammed into the endless black ocean of Doom Star, every continent in this realm had long vanished, except for the endless

ocean.

The body of the creature was miles tall, and its descent caused a massive wave to erupt, it thrashed for a bit inside the water, and in the blink of an eye, the water around it for miles froze, and it clambered out of it, easily balancing on the weird silver ice its presence had

created.

The life force from this creature was no longer that of a mortal but an Immortal, and if Rowan would peg the scope of it, he would put this creature's soul power to be equal to that of a

Minor god.

From above, trillions of this horde began to fall from the Eye of Time.

The creature that had first landed hissed and held its head, the soul of a Minor god was not enough, it collapsed in death.

Ten seconds later, life blazed anew in its chest.