The Primordial Record-Chapter 2144: The Procelain Sentinels

The Incarnations tore through these duplicates with ease, but what they noticed was that their Origin Essence was being drained far more rapidly than it should be happening.

Every duplicate they killed stole a portion of their essence. The recovery rate for every Incarnation was great, but they had to really use a lot of power to destroy the Origin Core of each duplicate, and with the number killed, it was beginning to add up.

The Incarnations glanced at each other and wordlessly made a decision. No matter what they faced ahead, half of them would not be fighting until they had recovered to one hundred percent, and when they were fresh, they would rotate.

Also, there would be a core of fifty Primordials that would never fight. In the case that Incarnations begin to die, then there would need to be a core that would remain until the end to finish it all.

It was unknown what they would be meeting until this war was over, but sacrifices and losses were expected.

They continued pushing higher up the tower until a new enemy appeared before them.

It was a porcelain sentinel with perfect poise; it had six arms holding blades of frozen time. These blades could cut through anything, and as the Incarnations neared this being, its faceless helm rose up and looked at them.

"You are not the first to reach this layer of the endless tower, and your bodies would be made into sentinels to guide it forever."

"Good to know," Primordial Slaughter said, and he attacked the sentinel.

He wielded a spear and a short blade, and in a second, they clashed trillions of times, and suddenly, the clash ended with one of the blades of the sentinel piercing Primordial Slaughter.

The creature made of black stone pushed his head closer to the Incarnation, "I told you, your bodies would be left in this place to..."

A white line appeared over its head that ran down from its head, and it split in two in the midst of its speech.

The combat that had just happened was shared between the minds of all the Incarnations, and they were astonished at the combat capability of this sentinel.

It was a good thing that they were able to snatch a lot of its memories before its destruction, and what they learned was grim.

This tower did not belong to Luminious Silence, but it was one of the greatest treasures of the Luminious race.

It was not known who built it or when it was built; all that was known was that this tower was connected to all Existence that had ever been or ever will be.

The sentinel they had just fought was a warrior not from this Existence or of this time. He was the greatest Primordial who had ever lived during his Existence and at the end of his Existence, he and all of the top Primordials were drawn into it.

Everyone from his Existence fell to their duplicates below, and he was the only one who reached this level. He fell to the sentinels from previous Existences whose bodies had turned to black stone and were made to guide this area of the tower for all eternity.

The incarnations paused, not because they were afraid of death, but the manner in which they fell was important, because that detail was supremely important to Eos, and while inside this tower, they were locked away from him.

And yet, this did not change their mission; they had to stop Luminious Silence, and if possible, destroy this tower. From the memory of the sentinel, they saw that their target was no longer far away from them, and there was one more barrier they would need to conquer before reaching the peak of the tower controlled by Luminious Silence.

This tower was endless, and after the portion controlled by Luminious Silence was exceeded, there were greater layers above controlled by other unknown Luminious and things that were yet unknown.

However, the portion of the tower that could enter this Existence belonged to Luminious Silence alone, and so the Incarnations did not have to fear that they would be battling with all the forces of the Luminious.

With Primordial Slaughter leading the way, the Incarnations began to come across more sentinels, and although they met them one by one, the danger did not decrease.

The sentinel that injured Primordial Slaughter was the weakest, and every sentinel they met from this point forward was stronger than the last. There was a weird law guiding the battle where only one Incarnation could fight one sentinel, making their advantage of numbers invalid.

Primordial Slaughter led the charge, and after killing a hundred and fifty sentinels, he fell. Perhaps if he had been given more time to rest after each battle and recover from the wound from the sentinels, he would have been able to fight several hundred more duels, but they did not have the time for that.

And even more brutal and pragmatic, one of them needed to die to conform if the power of this tower was enough to breach Eos’s arrangement that he had placed inside each of the Incarnations.

They observed the body of Primordial Slaughter fade away, and the core of his essence vanished from the tower, causing a sigh of relief to ripple among them.

They had suspected that the tower would not be able to interfere with Eos’s arrangements, but they needed to be sure. For one, although each of the Incarnations was Primordial with its own Origin Core, meaning that every one of them was unique, Eos was still the central tree, and they were the branches. The core of their Origin remained with him, and if Eos was dead, then any one of them that fell here would become sentinels, but as long as Eos was alive, they could not be shackled to this tower.

With this worry out of their mind, the next Primordial to step up became Primordial Blood. With the connection between each Incarnation, the entirety of the experience gained by Primordial Slaughter during his battle was imprinted and mastered by every Incarnation here.

Eos, and hence Rowan, were supreme warriors beyond what could be found in most Existences, but there were geniuses who had existed in the past and the future whose talents defied meaning, and the higher the Incarnations climbed, they saw more of these geniuses, and the difficulty of the battle increased.

Not all sentinels used blades; some had mastered crafts so strange and unknown that it took several Incarnations to win, and before long, a hundred Incarnations had fallen, reducing their number from 3,540 to 3,440.