The Primordial Record - Chapter 1369

Chapter 1369 Changes (2)

Like a blue sun, the presence of Ghribba the Silver Queen rippled across the expanse, her powers that transcended space and time, memories, fate, and destiny held all existence before her spellbound, and her gaze that looked into the distance with eyes that seemed to peer through reality made the hearts of all immortals shake in fear.

Eighth-dimensional immortals were legends, they were the immortals that had reached the pinnacle of existence, they were below a few and above everyone else, and in a reality where Primordials were treated as concepts or forces of nature, eighth-dimensional immortals were collectively seen as the peak of reality.

What did she see? At the height of her powers where everything before her was simply a small piece on a grand chessboard, what destinies could she grasp? What fate could she alter? What would it be like to be in her position?

All of these questions were in the hearts of every immortal here, but none knew that in the mind of Ghribba, only stupefaction, and a sort of apprehension that was hard to define and therefore hard to conquer filled her spirit. @@novelbin@@

Ghribba had lived a long time, and with the Passage of Time available for her to traverse she had seen as much of the last as her powers could handle, and yet, she had come across no mention of something similar happening in the past. The changes across reality, the destruction of the Frozen Road, that unknown entity, all of them seemed eerily connected.

The blue-haired man, Soros, the first of her spawn and a glorious sixth-dimensional immortal bowed to her, the motion a little less deeper than the rest of the immortals behind him to denote that he was the favored prince and ruler of Aerovah.

"Silver Queen, Mother, you honor us with your presence. Forgive me that your entourage is so small, you were not expected for another billion years at least."

Ghribba seemed a bit startled by the sound of Soros' voice and she waved his concern aside with a dismissive hand gesture, "Quiet child, tell me what happened here in the last few moments?"

Ghribba had been quiet for days. Locked inside a temporal field that could stretch a single second to decades if she wanted, she was looking at the seven of her spawns who were lying prone before her in a state of deep slumber.

Again and again, her senses pored over every single facet of their being, from the corporeal to the immaterial, she scrutinized their souls, memories, and bodies repeatedly and she saw no changes in their condition, they were her spawn, linked to her body and soul, and yet she knew they were dead and somehow they had returned, the two sets of bloodline crystals inside her soul could not lie.

That laughter at the end as that unknown entity delivered a so-called gift to her haunted her consciousness, and Ghribba did not know if the two sets of bloodline crystals in her soul were deliberately put in place by that entity in order to torture her spirit.

A determined glow suddenly lit up inside of Ghribba's eyes and she arose and pointed her palms at her seven spawns as a bright light bloomed between her fingers. Days passed and a bright light broke the gloom of this space, a massive invisible Celestial presence entered the domain of Ghribba. Her defenses could as well be paper before the might of this Celestial and his light shone over the entirety of this space to reveal the presence of Ghribba on her knees, with the bodies of her seven spawns lying down around her.

No longer in deep slumber, they were now dead, their souls were quietly extinguished by their mother and they lay in place as if they were sleeping. They had all rushed to find their mother with joy in their hearts but their fate turned out to be terrible.

The light from the Celestial presence pulsed and a single word entered the consciousness of Ghribba,

"Why?"

She did not reply, simply turned her palm open and in them were fourteen cracked bloodline crystals that she had dug out from her soul.

Ghribba whispered, "I did not know if they were my children anymore..."