The Primordial Record
chapter-1153

The red sun knew that its time was short, and for that it hated itself, and yet every single second it existed still caused it to hate those moments too, wanting it to be over. The red sun was mad, and this madness only grew as it got larger, fueling its power to greater heights while also killing it faster.

Within it was a rage and hatred towards its creator that was greater than any it could feel against the world, and its creator was aware of its hatred and made a mockery of it, and that awareness was like a knife sticking out of the small corner of the back where the hand could not reach, making the red sun hatred increase with every passing moment.

This was another working of the higher Dimension, Memory/Mind. With this power, a single spark could be made to destroy multiple universes.

The sounds of the red sun caused even the most hardy of the Blood Blessed to shiver in fright, many of them losing their footing as their body went weak, the only thing they could do was barely hold on to their golden flame and watch the entire heavens turn to a bloody red.

Doubt, fear, horror... all sorts of negative emotions flooded the minds of the people here. They were strong but the power of their enemy was overwhelming, despite their esteemed bloodline, they had no right to stand before the power of a sixth-dimensional Will Holder,

"BRING YOUR FLAMES TO ME!!!"

The roar of the god-child cut through all the noise, and the Blood Blessed left nurturing the flames were roused from their malaise, and looked in horror at how close the red sun had come to their city.

Their divine city was at the bottom of a seemingly bottomless ocean and outwardly it was hundreds of miles in circumference. The Blood Blessed here was standing above the city, at its center, just below the shields covering it, tens of miles in the air, and so they could truly appreciate the immensity of the power coming towards them, carrying all the hate in existence.

There was an unfathomable amount of water surrounding their city, and the red sun made the ocean feel like a pool, its bloody red color became everything, and although it was still hundreds of miles away, its size was so massive it was almost as if one could reach out and touch it.

There were barely a hundred thousand Blood Blessed standing, roughly a thousand each for every fortification built.

The golden flames they had nurtured had been pooled together, and it was larger than a thousand feet in diameter and burned as bright as a star. It was an amazing sight, but before the immensity of the red sun, it felt extremely paltry.

"We can still hold on!"

It was unknown who first roared out those words, but then it turned out to be the father of the god-child, and this sentiment was echoed by the rest here. They felt ashamed that in the end, they would have all fallen and left the burden for only one-the youngest among them here. "Yes, we can hold!"

"We can hold!"

They all stood up and began their transformation. Men and women of flesh and blood who once sat down cross-legged, rose up as golden giants, hundreds of feet tall, and they roared to the bloody heavens,

"WE WILL HOLD"

The boy swallowed and turned to Lost, "Have you ever seen anything like this before?"

"For him?" Lost replied, "Many more times than I can count."

The red sun impacted the city.

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The swings of Rowan's Destroyer were almost mechanical at first, he had precisely calculated the best angle, force, and millions of other factors that went into making a perfect swing of his Destroyer, and aided by its Spirit, Rowan's harvest of the Will Chain was at its utmost efficiency.

He never thought that the peak was no longer enough for him.

Rowan knew that he should not be pushing his perception outward to investigate what was happening outside because no matter how much the Ascendants were scrutinizing the world outside, they had focused a million times more effort on finding the root of the disaster inside the infinity bubble, but he did not care.

They were showing him their resolve, how could he stand straight after today if the least he could do was to notice them? He would watch his glorious children, like stars they were, oh, how they burned so bright.

He had listened to their crazy plan and knew the cost of what they were about to do. Rowan wanted to give them the time and freedom to slowly explore their abilities for centuries, barely infants, they should be crawling, instead, they wore boots and took on the yoke of suffering and they were tilling his fields that were filled with rocks and countless traps,

"Has there ever been a Creator as useless as I am? Always standing behind my children as they bear the load their back was never meant to take."

The red sun impacted against the city, and Rowan wished that he could flinch, but even if his soul quailed, his form was perfect.

Hate shattered the force field over the city, and began eating its way through it. The city groaned as if it were a living thing, and in a sense, it was alive, although not in a manner that most could comprehend.

As the tide of hate neared the center of the city, just a few miles away from reaching his body, the fortifications began to move, all one hundred and one of them, arranging themselves in a star-shaped pattern, as multiple shockwaves erupted from them that rippled through the remnants of the city which heralded the unleashing of one hundred and one golden pillars of flames that rushed out with a roar, almost appearing like massive Ouroboros Serpents as they slammed into the wall of hate.

The brightest of them came from the god-child, who despite nearly two days of relentless torture still had the mental fortitude to summon more golden flames than any single

platform.

Hate did not seem to notice the flames that splashed against its side. It pushed on relentlessly. Yet his children did not falter. Even as they fought against hate, they did not stop refining the flames.

More and more of them continued to fall, their numbers shrinking from the thousands to the hundreds, but those that remained under the weight of expectation of all those who fought with them, pushed past their limits again and again, and they began lighting up the fifth point of their star.

This caused the golden pillars of flame to ripple and condense, no longer appearing like flames but plasma, like a golden river. The glow that erupted from it was so bright that it colored the entire wall of hate that was almost at the center of the city.

For the first moment Hate was unleashed, this was the first time it began to slow down. The entire red sun seemed to shake and then a malevolent Will that was content to devour everything in a relatively steady fashion began to gather towards the city.

Countless eyes began to erupt from the red sun, beaming around before centering on the city and those that defied its Will.