The Primordial Record

Chapter 1417  Old Secrets(final)

"Crash…. Boom!"

Vraegar screamed in pain as his body was hurtled into the distance by an enraged Drakul who had smacked the dragon across a dozen dimensions. The pain inundating the dragon cut across his flesh, soul and Will, reaching levels where he wished for death to escape from the pain.

'Ahhh… I hate this bastard!' The dragon screamed pitiably in his head, fearing to even scream out his hatred and pain. If not for his robust soul and constitution, Vraegar would have gone insane.

The dragon was in a pitiable state; grave injuries decorated his body in grisly patterns, and as he slammed into the earth of this new dimension, Vraegar looked at his chest where he had just been struck, and he noticed that the injuries he received were far lesser than normal, even the pain was in no way reduced, it was a great indicator that the plan was working.

"Fuck… why did I ever allow myself to be the damned bait? This is so humiliating." Vraegar gritted his teeth and roared at the Memory of Drakul before pushing deeper into the dimension. A blip in his consciousness informed him he was barely a few thousand miles from his destination as he managed to lure Drakul to the lowest dimension inside Andar's Magus Tower.

He did not know how much longer he could endure the blows of the Memory who was now striking to kill, but with the might of this Old One being continuously suppressed the deeper they went, he could barely remain alive, and only the knowledge that he was near the end of his destination was keeping him sane.

However as Vraegar was set to move towards the final junction where the suppression of the dimension would reach the highest point, he observed that the Memory of Drakul had stopped chasing him and seemed to be bowing his head in contemplation, and the heart of the dragon skipped a beat, it was very important that the Memory followed him to this place or he would soon be able to decipher the workings of this Tower, Vraegar could not allow that to happen, for if he did, then their sacrifice would be for nothing and Drakul would crush them all like ants.

Vraegar's mind whirled around, a thousand thoughts filling the space of his skull in ever-passing moments as he struggled to follow through with a plan that would lead to their plan working, but he could only see a single path that could lead the Memory to the trap even though it might seem stupid in hindsight. Due to a matter of pride, Vraegar had decided he would not let Drakul hear his voice, but to draw him to where he wanted, Vraegar would have to let go of his pride, for this plan to work at all, then he would need to communicate when he felt that he had gathered his thoughts properly and cursed himself for his stupidity again at accepting the plans of Andar, he turned towards the Memory of Drakul that had not been moving,

"Hey, Drakul," Vraegar bared his teeth, "I'm not impressed."

The dragon lashed his tail in the air and turned around, walking leisurely into the distance while feigning a yawn.

"How dare–" Suppressing his rapidly beating heart, the dragon rudely interrupted the Memory of the Old One, "You should be silent, Drakul. You are not worthy to kill a lesser immortal like me and my brood, and I pity you, your shame should know no bounds. Your prey is before you, and yet you hesitate."

Vraegar swallowed his panic when he saw that Drakul had not made a move to crush his skull, continuing with his madness,

"Of course, there is a trap; you would be foolish to think otherwise, how else can lesser immortals fight against a greater power like you? Yet, the question is, even with all our plans, do you fear three lesser immortals at your stage? Would you stand by as we make a fool of you or assert your dominance? In a billion possible scenarios, who is in more danger, you or us? Even if you win in the end, Drakul, you have still lost because we made you fear! You do not deserve your power." With those words, Vraegar began to confidently walk towards the distance, telling himself he was not going to glance back.

The Memory of Drakul was silent; over time, his appearance was becoming increasingly defined. He no longer appeared as if he was made from shadows and the figment of a nightmare; instead, Drakul was slowly taking the form of a man with pale skin that seemed to have never seen the light of the sun and long black hair that appeared to be shunned from the darkness.

His appearance was gaunt as if he was starving and was a few moments away from collapsing, but the easy way he carried himself through the air suggested great power that could not be hidden.

His eyes were deeply set into his skull, making it almost seem like there were two spots of darkness on his face, but for the piercing red light that emerged from within, that was almost like a window to a dimension made from nothing but boiling blood, he would have appeared blind.

Drakul looked around him, his awareness of his surroundings being blurred by his lack of flesh and soul, and even his Will that was returning extremely slowly, yet his perception was still extremely powerful, greater than these lesser immortals could ever imagine.

He was aware that this dragon was leading him to a spot of convergence where all the weight of these multiple dimensions was concentrated. It was not a particularly clever plan and he had long seen through this trap, and despite what this foolish dragon was thinking, he was willing to reach this spot of convergence because he wanted to possess it, this was the only reason the dragon was alive, it was to show him the shortest route to this place.

This ancient vampire was transfixed by the capabilities of the Magus Tower of Andar. For a single fifth-dimensional immortal to be able to gather so many dimensions into a single structure was incredible.

What Drakul wanted were not these fifth dimensions, they were useless to him, he could easily gather a million of these if he ventured out into reality,, but a structure that could hold all of these dimensions was extremely suitable to rebuild his dimension from scratch, a foundation like this could not be searched for, only discovered by luck because nothing like this was supposed to even exist.

He remembered that what he had used to build his dimension at this level would not even be able to hold thirty dimensions, and that had been one of the greatest foundations of his rise if he could collect this structure, he could not even imagine what sort of dimension he could recreate and the potential that they would have.

Perhaps it might be possible that he would reach the rank of Prime. It almost seemed like an impossible dream, but Drakul could have never imagined that there might have been a fifth-dimensional structure that could be able to hold so many dimensions and still remain so stable, and he thought that there was a possibility that it could still hold more!

There were rumors during the Primordial Era that the reason the Primes could rise was because they had secrets and abilities that would seem insane to an average immortal. After all, they broke all concepts of common sense. He would have never imagined something like this, so who could say the potential that this structure would have under his able hands.

Drakul looked at the trap ahead, his thoughts whirling. There were many ways that these immortals could have used this structure against him, but they chose to use it as a suppressive trap that would hold him under the weight of this place.

The obvious goading of the dragon was to draw him into this trap of suppression, and if Drakul followed, then this would give these pesky immortals the chance to escape. He had been investigating this trap for a while now, and there was no tampering with any higher dimensional immortal, which was his only concern. Drakul had to decide if he would allow these nuisances to escape his hands for a short while as he attempted to claim this unknown structure.

Once more, he checked for the tampering of any higher dimensional immortal; even if he felt the influence of an immortal at the sixth dimension, he would hesitate further because, with their power over the dimension of Memory/Mind, they could disrupt his fragile Memory Matrix.

Drakul grinned at the dragon, and he took a step forward, crossing a great stretch of space and time, and he watched the panicking creature scramble towards the obvious trap, he would bite, but if these lesser immortals think they would escape from him they had no idea the power available to an Old One, how fast could ants run?

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Staff glanced at Andar whose fingers were flying across the multiple holograms floating in front of him and lightly punched him on his shoulder, "You did not have to make the dragon go out there, did you? Your trap was the bait." Andar did not look up from the controls but he smiled, "Vraegar needs to learn that power is not everything. He should have been able to learn that his presence as a bait was foolish on so many levels."

Staff frowned, "I believe it was because he trusted you that he went forward without any hesitation."

"Yes, and he needs to be punished for that sort of stupidity. He learns better when the lessons are taught in pain. Vraegar has as much potential as me, and if he was doing everything right, I believed we would have been able to fight this Memory, instead of fleeing to our father for help."