The Primordial Record - Chapter 734

Chapter 734: The Winds Of Eternity
Chapter 734 The Winds Of Eternity

Inside this unknown vault, two powers that could shake the universe clashed, their battles unnoticed, but the effect would inevitably spread out during the coming days.

Change was coming.

The Divine Spell Boreas summoned could be argued to be the most powerful spell in his arsenal—The Wind of Eternity.

This was a spell that partially was born from his previous body as the Child of the Empyrean of Life who controlled the storms. Golgoth had improved this spell until it became so powerful that it would be impossible for Boreas to cast it without the aid of this weapon.

He was no longer able to effortlessly cast this spell or pass it across in his bloodline but Boreas considered it a worthy trade-off because this spell was truly mighty, and its life-saving effects were second to none. The greatest reason for his fearlessness was partially due to this spell.

This spell had a simple function, to expand space... Infinitesimally!

"VROOSHHH...."

Unleashing the Winds of Eternity created a pale green and blue cloud over Boreas that exploded and crashed against the flare of red power that erupted from Ohrox demonic technique. Boreas sensed the sheer corrupting power inside that demonic technique and his eyes widened in astonishment, it was almost as if the Demon King was using his entire essence to battle him.

This was not far from the case, Rowan had no use for a Demon’s King power, and he carelessly squandered it, even if it was destroyed, as long as he kept a small piece of the Infernal Spark, it would regain its powers in time.

"Two Seconds left..."

Their strengths seemed to match for a brief duration as multiple shockwaves erupted from the points of collision that could snuff out stars, but then the effects of Boreas Spell took hold and with a loud creak, the vault began to expand.

Every combatant here appeared to shrink as space multiplied a billion-fold and the presence of Ohrox was left far behind. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

At first, Boreas was puzzled when he saw his arms floating away neatly severed at the elbows, but he noticed that he was no longer holding his sword.

’Where is my sword?’ he muttered in confusion, his thoughts seemed to be mired in mud, and thinking was becoming harder.

He attempted to look down but his head tumbled from his shoulders and his perception went awry for a moment before he focused on his body that was only left with a torso, his legs had been cut off at the hips and was also floating away carrying a healthy trail of blood.

’When did that happen?’

Even his torso did not stay in one piece and was bisected into eight different sections and slowly scattered.

From his scattered body parts came long trails of lights of all colors that resembled a rainbow, but they were more stunning than any light in creation was supposed to be. The lights flooded out from his body with so much force it spread out for millions of miles and it was almost like a supernova explosion.

The light brought intense peace to his soul even as it took it away.

It was the most beautiful sight Boreas had ever seen in his life.

"What... how could I hold such beauty inside of me?" His head could hardly complete a statement, when his sword was driven through the top of his head and burst out from his neck.

His confused eyes which were becoming filled with blood jiggled from side to side, ’I don’t understand.... I don’t understand... I don’t..."

Those were his last thoughts.

Boreas head was impaled with his weapon and his eyes in his blue eyes disappeared and it slowly closed, to see no more.

Boreas the Gods of Storms and the Primogenitor of the Storm Callers was dead.