The Primordial Record-Chapter 2121: The War At The Dawn of Ending (4)

Prime was in great danger, but he was not focused on this, although a large part of his consciousness was fighting to keep the flame of his life alive; what was left was discovering the hidden fragments of information that were streaming into his mind. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The Primordials had travelled into the future, using the power of Prime, and although this was a dimension that Prime could not touch, he still had the potential of reaching it, and it was on this wave of potential that the Primordials sailed to reach places that even Prime could not discern at this time.

Only a crazy mind like that of Serene Ascension would be able to think of a plan like this because it would be like asking a baby to lift a fifty-kilogram weight using their potential as an adult... but in the affairs of the higher dimension, impossible only meant not yet discovered.

For these millions of years, Prime had begun to gain the benefits of this project when his Incarnations from the future began streaming a part of their experience to him in the present.

The Primordials that had been sent into the future had met familiar faces, but these people they met had no way to connect to a present that had effectively ended, since in their perception, the future was the present, and trying to reach the past was useless, at most, they were delving into Memory and not the true past, however, the Primordials were moving through the potential of Prime himlsef, and that meant that anytime they came in contact with a part of him in the future, Prime in the present was able to sense it and began to slowly drag that part of himself from the future to the present.

Prime’s intuition was telling him that the moment he could completely fuse with his Incarnation from the future, he would not only gain an accurate picture of what was to come, the path to the fith layer of time would be open, and if that were to succeed, he would be the true master of time, and Primordial Time himself would be eradicated with a single thought.

This process of merging with the future was not fast or easy. The streams of information he was getting were thinner than the thread from a spider’s web, and what he needed to acquire in full from the other side was the size of universes; with the current speed of information transference, it would take quadrillions of years until he fully gained all of this knowledge from the future.

However, the closer to the present that the three Primordials came, the faster the flow of information became, and Prime would have been happy with this, but the cost of maintaining the connection with the future was multiplying nearly exponentially.

Serene Ascension stood by his side, wringing his hands with apprehension at the present state of Prime, "Master, I have made my calculation a million times by now, and the earliest they would return would be in a thousand years, and you will not be able to survive a century at the rate your essence is being devoured... You need the help of the Grand Creator, or you will shatter!"

Prime grunted, "Don’t worry about me, disciple, I can hold until the end of time itself, hahaha..." Prime chuckled before he began to cough, his face squeezing in pain from the strain as his body was nearly made mortal since all of his energy had been funneled into keeping the portal in his left eye active.

"This is foolish, even for you, master," Serene Ascension began moving around, his fear and apprehension in his eyes, "At least let me contribute my essence to you; it can help a bit."

Prime rolled his single right eye, "Even if you give me everything you have, it would barely last me a week, and your energy should be focused on other things... tell me what is happening, I keep feeling a vibration through the fabrics of Existence."

Serene Ascension shrugged, "New information has not reached me, but I suspect it has to be related to the Ancient Primordials and the overall war. You should not be too focused on that master; your health is the most important here, since I believe that the key to the entire war lies in your hand, and you are being careless."

Prime chuckled, "Ah, disciple, instead of worrying about my safety, I will feel better if you pick up a blade and kill some of those abominations polluting the space above the realm. That sight ought to give me enough inspiration to hold on."

Shifting his position so he could become a bit more comfortable, Prime closed his one eye to become a bit more comfortable through the impossible drain in his body.

Serene Ascension sighed and muttered, "I cannot hold a weapon... not yet."

Prime slowly opened his single eye and looked at Serene Ascension, which resembled a blue jelly in the shape of a man. Inside this jelly were dozens of light balls flowing through it, which were all the Origin Force that this brilliant Primordial had mastered.

"Why can you not hold a weapon, my disciple?"

Serene Ascension suddenly smiled widely, exposing blue jelly-like teeth, "Oh, don’t tell me you have not figured it out by this time, master."

Prime frowned and looked at his disciple, and he grunted, "Who are you?"

Serene Ascension sighed and looked up before squeezing his brows as if he had a headache, "When did you begin to suspect me?"

"That was not the question I asked you," Prime growled weakly, "Who are you?"

"You know who I am... master, or should I say that part of you in the future knows me, and that part is trying to tell you the truth, but you are still too weak, why don’t you connect to your main body, you shall have all the power that you need, and the truth would be laid bare before you... Come on, master, you may never get the chance to know the truth after this moment."

"Oh, why is that?" Prime sneered and slowly came to his feet.

Serene Ascension stared at him, his eyes no longer holding any deference, and had gone cold, "Because you will force me to hold a weapon, Chronomance Prime, and when I do, all of the Origin Realms shall fall."