The Primordial Record - Chapter 1438

Chapter 1438: Clash Of Ideas
The Seven Leaders of Prism, all in part a representation of the Primordial Domain, took the moniker of colors to represent the Primordials they were associated with. The seven colors were green, red, yellow, blue, orange, purple, and black.

Green represented Primordial Life and was tied to the Land of Miracles…

Red represented Primordial Chaos, and was tied to the Inheritance Ground…

Yellow represented Primordial Memory and was tied to the Great Labyrinth…

Blue represented Primordial Light and was tied to the Celestial Domain…

Orange represented Primordial Soul…

Purple represented Primordial Time…

Black represented Primordial Demon and was tied to the Great Abyss…

All seven Primordials, both known and unknown, were represented here, and the in-depth knowledge that Prism had of them would shock anyone aware of this organization. It was because although they were all parts of a Primordial Domain and claimed to represent them, Prism’s agenda was for their benefit, which was evidenced by the fact that two unknown Primordial powers were represented here, Time and Soul.

Green, about to continue with their report was interrupted by red, and despite the fact that the robes and mask of the Leaders of Prism made their voices and shapes nearly impossible to determine, giving them a robotic cadence and a shapeless haze, making each leader appear to be floating clouds of color, there was still something about Red’s voice that was deeply grating to the senses, it was like hearing a pile of cancerous tumor speaking,

“Green, I have read your report, extensively, but before you proceed forward with your proposal that would cost us even more resources than I think we can be able to part with despite your repeated failures, I want to understand why we are expected to step aside when we are the first to begin this process of claiming the lower realms? Have we not paid enough?”

A flash of lightning appeared around Green briefly before vanishing, “Red, your words make me believe that you did not read my report, and if you did, you are deliberately misinterpreting my message, I never asked for more resources, and this was despite the fact that I needed far more than Prism was willing to allocate and I have been pulling from my coffers to cover the cost, so the real question you need to ask yourself and tell all of us here is your attitude to this problem because the insurrection of the Chaos Bloods is related to you, or how long would you choose to deny the claim made by the Mother of Poison?”

A pulse of power erupted from Red, “Even though we are not allowed to bring our personal issues into Prism, and it is cause for expulsion, I will let that mistake slide; you are obviously under a great deal of stress; how is your son? I hear he is up and about, or is he dead? So much information is being lost in the chaotic nature of reality these days.”

A dangerous aura began to build around this space but Red acted as if he did not notice, as he continued questioning Green,

“I will like your contribution Green, on how I would go about changing the first massive changes made by a freaking Primordial since the beginning of the Supreme Era! Primordial Chaos killed quadrillions of Chaos Children to appease his rage, and a million years from now, he is going to kill more; we are looking at the extinction of the entire Chaos Blood, and you think I have a way to make changes to that?!”

Green responded cooly, the air of danger vanishing from around them as if the previous act of anger was nothing but a mirage,

“If you have a method of stopping the decisions of a Primordial from affecting the Chaos Blood you would, but don’t you think I am also not able to stop this either, or do you think the madness of the Chaos Blood affects you alone? The crazed slaughter of the universes by the Chaos Blood is spreading, and for every universe we collect, they already burn a hundred; we are spending resources killing Chaos Blood rather than harvesting universes, and this would not do.”

Red fired back, “Are you asking for more resources to kill Chaos Bloods faster than you are already killing them?”

“If that is what it takes, then yes, but you know that Chaos Bloods are now just a small part of the issue on the ground. Titans, Gods, Arkhron Insects Hives, Celestial Hosts, Extra-dimensional entities, resurrected Old Ones… and this is just what we can see on the surface, countless other troubles are brewing just below, and I am in charge of making Prism come out on top, tell me Red, do I need more resources or not?!”

“Enough of this squabble,” Black called out, “If you think this is chaotic, then I have to tell you that with the presence of the Celestials proliferating on the lower realms to quell the wars breaking out and some new developments ongoing, the Gates of the Great Abyss are about to break open.”

“I thought you could delay that process for another ten thousand years, Black” the shaken voice of Purple responded to the news from Black, calling the attention of all of them to what Black had just said, even Green and Red became focused on Black,

“Well, things are changing far too quickly than expected in the reality above; why do you think what lies beneath is any different? Several Demon Lord Hives are under attack because of the return of multiple Demon Lords from death, there has been a resurgence of faded bloodlines, meaning so many Demonic powers are being produced in such great numbers that even the endless battles cannot cut them down quickly enough, the Abyss is bleeding but more and more flesh is being added to the pile. The bowels of hell are filled, and Demons will soon flood all of reality. I can hold this back a decade, no more; just this alone would lead to the death of half of my forces, and this is the most I can do, any more and I will be knocked down from my position, and Prism would have no controlling interest in the Great Abyss.”

Orange knocked the air beside them, the sound reverberating throughout this space, “Then this is our obvious choice, we need to give you more resources, if the Great Abyss breaks open then we will have nothing, cleansing reality of their taint would take millions of years and when it is over there would be nothing but ash.”

Green shook their head in negation, “If we allocate resources to Black, then any headway we have in taking more of the lower realms would be hindered.”

“What use would there be for a lower realms when everything is ash,” Red shot back,

Yellow, who had been silent all this while, spoke up, “Then we do not try to claim them anymore, simply harvest them, we do as the Chaos Bloods, take as many souls as we can before everything comes crashing down. If the Abyss arises, then all of reality would fall, and it would take another minor era for the first new universes to be born and at least another twenty minor eras before life begins to proliferate in great enough numbers. We can no longer claim that we are on top of this situation any longer, reality broke faster than we could ever have known, and now it’s time to cut our losses and gain as much as we can before everything turns to ash.”

There was silence for a while before Blue spoke up, “Then are we all in agreement? We are no longer seizing universes, we would be harvesting them for souls.”

A collective sound of agreement went around,

“If that is the case,” Blue continued, “Then I recommend placing more resources towards Black, any more years he buys for us would lead to more harvests. We should begin pushing towards deeper portions of the lower realms, in places that were deemed too far from our dominion since we are here to harvest, not nurture.”

“Agreed, this could be the best option on the ground. In the deeper portions of the Great Darkness, there are plentiful universes, and most of them fall under smaller powers; we can gain much success there.”

“Good, if we are all in agreement, let us move to the next part of the agenda, and one that I think is far more important for Prism…” Orange slowly spoke, “I hear that Noctis has returned.”

“That is impossible, the Primordials themselves shredded every last bit of him, we all have his Memory but they are empty, there is no weight to them!” Yellow who represented Primordial Memory, and whose grasp of that dimension was the greatest among everyone here when it came to the dimension of Memory pointed out.

Orange, “He has no Soul.”

Red, “He has no Flesh.”

Purple, “He has no Time.”

Green, “He has no Life.”

Blue, “He has no Light.”

Black burst into laughter, “And yet he cometh… Ruler of the Breakers!”