Chapter 1939: A Fair Bargain

Published Mar 17, 2026, 08:44 AM

Chapter 1939: A Fair Bargain With the Abomination the size of a solar system, every blow became intimate, as it could fully focus on impacting the bodies of the Primordials with everything it had, but at this scale the Primordials could also hit back just as hard as it could, and all the years they spent in pracrice and preparation were not wasted, as they did not retreat from the growing horror before them, but they were beginning to accumulate damage, however, with their firm cooperation, they were able to find time to heal while the others kept the abominatio busy. Staff, Primordial of Endless Eclipse, had been gathering the power of her concept deep in her core. When she had accumulated enough energy, she opened her mouth and exhaled absolute zero silence. The sound of the ongoing battle, the roaring, the wet tearing of flesh, the wetter screaming from impossible mouths, simply ceased to have ever existed within a billion light-years radius. With their enemy smaller, Staff could concentrate more energy in a limited area, enhancing the potency of her attacks. The Abomination’s remaining heads went blind from lack of photons to scream with, for it was feeding on the radiance of battle. It retaliated by growing mouths on the inside of its mouths, and those mouths screamed in reverse. When Staff inhaled to steal its voice for her attack pattern to be completed, she did not succeed; instead, with a sickening wrenching sound, she inhaled herself. Half her face folded inward, devoured by her own attack, but injuries like this that could harm her core were something she had long become used to; any worthy daughter of Telmus had learned to fight beyond the pain. Bringing her hands to her face, Staff clawed out the corruption with fingers made of vacuum and kept fighting, lipless, beautiful, terrible. Eva, Primordial of Revelations, brought her palms close to her chest, and blazing eyes of revelation were born between her palms, and she directed them towards the abomination. The Abomination saw its own inevitable deaths in those eyes, in every version, every timeline, every excruciating detail. It recoiled hard enough to crack its own spine in all nine dimensions. For one heartbeat, it hesitated, stunned in place at the assault on its mental state. That heartbeat cost it the destruction of nearly all of its head and a greater chunk of its body, and because it was stunned, it could not heal itself quickly enough to replace the damage. The Primordial of Victorious Genesis used the hesitation of the abomination to attack. He still had the form of a boy barely ten years of age, but his experience spoke through his actions. He walked forward, small, human, unafraid, and placed his hand against the creature’s fractal skin. He whispered a word of its inevitable demise, infusing it with his concept that every battle he was in would always lead to his inevitable victory, "Perish." The Abomination paused before it imploded, its body shrinking to planetary size, but it could not disperse the effect of the attacks from both the Primordial of Revelations and Victorious Genesis, as these two concepts seemed to have discovered a mutual point where they began reinforcing each other. The rest of the Primordials, noticing that this path of attack was the best they had, began infusing power into this growing concept that was tearing the Primordial apart, and the whispers of its inevitable defeat grew until it became a shout. "SCREEECCHH!!!" The abomination screamed as the word burrowed into every atom, every mouth, every eye, and the creature began to choke on its own name. The Primordials pressed the advantage. Telmus, wielding his Spear of Defiance while placing the concept of pure damage as the center of its core, swung it with great speed through the body of the abomination. Each swing erased a fundamental force from local reality as it tore the shrieking abomination to pieces. After the third blow, gravity forgot which way was down, and laws began to break down, such was the fury of the strongest of the New Primordials that the Primordials and chunks of flesh from the Abomination began to fall sideways into directions that had no names. Mira, Primordial of Blazing Benediction, watching the incredible scale of this conflict, gave a long cry and she detonated again, this time inside her own body, becoming a sphere of plasma that expanded faster than the Abomination could compress. She burned its surface down to raw mathematics, and alongside the destruction from Telmus, all of existence around them began to bleed madness. The Abomination shrank to mountain-size under this relentless barrage, but the closer it was to death, the stronger it became as if its end was its fuel, and now it burned hotter than any star. One of its remaining arms, now only a few million, unfolded into a hand with fingers made of the Road itself. The abomination was not mindless, and while it was being destroyed, it was also looking for advantages, and the Road of Eternity had suffered from the battle. It had gathered everything that could enter its grip and used it as a weapon against the most annoying foe here, Telmus. It grabbed Telmus, who could not dodge due to the material of the Road momentarily blocking his perception, and folded him along a ninth spatial axis until he became a Klein bottle of his own screaming flesh. His blood flowed endlessly into itself, and his essence was being shredded to nothing in this state. If he had been fighting this battle alone, the abomination could have continued the destruction of his body until there was nothing left of him. Still, the others were able to press back the abomination, and a pale Telmus tore free by walking through the wall of his own torso, emerging covered in his own future corpses. With a swing of his spear, he shredded all of his corpse to ash and plunged back into battle. A head the size of a mountain lunged at Circe, who had been behind Telmus. She met it by becoming a single drop of water that contained every ocean in reality. The head bit down and swallowed a reality’s worth of tidal forces. Its cheeks distended, cracked, exploded into rings of broken flesh that immediately drowned under their own weight, and half its body collapsed before Circe was blasted out from its flesh. Thenos, who had a ring of exploded eyes around his neck from the abomination, reached into its broken body and stole whatever passed for its tongue, and when he found it, he tore it out and wore it as a belt. The Abomination lost the ability to taste victory. And then... it shrank to human size. At this scale, the Abomination was no longer large; it was dense. Every cell was a universe. Every pore, a black hole. It looked almost like a man made of folded night, except the night had teeth where eyes should be and mouths where hearts should beat. From those mouths in his body came words that were wet and slimy, giving the Primordials here a feeling as if they should retreat, as if the corruption of the abomination had finally been crystallized. "You brought me to this state... now I should return the favor, and eat your concepts. It is a fair bargain."

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