The Primordial Record

Chapter 1134: He Would Not Like That



The small ball of white fire descended until it was a few feet away from the frowning boy, whose hackles had begun to rise as goosebumps surged across his skin, the skin in his back began to bulge as his Natal Treasures was primed to burst out of his body at a moments notice.

The rapid beating of his heart was a new sensation for this child who from the moment of his birth has never known fear. This sensation was so unexpected it almost distracted him from the white flame that was descending towards him.

His skin began to take a faint shade of gold and his iris shrank to a pinpoint, there had never been anything similar to this happening before inside the valley, especially on the Ascension Spear, and although he could sense no ill will from the white flame, its nature was alien to everything in this place, as if it was something that should not have existed in this reality, stranger than a cold sun, the child instinctively knew he was across an entity that was...

"Hey, Lil bro, your hair matches my own, do you know what that means? I'll tell you! Your crazy matches my crazy. We can be super duper best friends! But don't tell the Lady of Shadows, I think she would be jealous of our flow. Always wanting me to become worthy this... worthy that... don't you dare give her the permission to train you, else she would break you. Trust me!"

The child looked around confused before he focused on the white flame, the voice had emerged from all around him, but the pulsing of the flames, especially during the moment it was emphasizing its words made it easy for him to trace the source back to the flame.

He hesitantly asked, "Are you the one that's talking?"

"Duh, oh, wait, are there no other talking flames in this realm? Hmm, that's not right, the level of this realm is pretty high, you should have those abound, but what do I know, this place is one of the strangest I have ever entered, almost as if I am in a dream."

The child had been subtly walking towards the white flame, suddenly grabbed at it, but the white flame effortlessly flowed through any tiny gaps the child left behind in his posture, it's movement appeared slow and sluggish, but no matter how the child tried to grab at it, he could not touch it.

"What are you doing Lil' bro? I know you are very excited to see me, who wouldn't be, and I assure you, we will have the time to play later, but for now, I have very important messages for you and your people.... If we survive."

The child adamantly continued his actions, his body slowly starting to grow larger, he huffed, "Stay still and let me grab you!"

The white flames sighed and stopped moving, allowing the boy to grab him,

"You know, despite how talented you are, if I did not permit it, touching me would have sucked you dry. Not in the good way mind you, but the extremely bad way that will not even leave the dust behind, and even your memory would be lost! You see what I did there, oh, never mind, you will know the significance later."

The child smirked, "I know that your flame is dangerous," then the child began compressing the white flame into various shapes like a play dough, "but how could I be truly sure that you are not malicious? I trust the power of my bloodline to settle any threat."

The white flame went silent for a while before it began laughing, and it nimbly escaped from the hand of the child before transforming into a boy of about seven with short white hair, even his lashes and eyebrows were white, and he wore a sleeveless white robe and except for his eyeballs that were as black as the void and were slowly rotating, he appeared to be a fairy made from clouds.

He slipped through the gaps in the boy's arm and stood face-to-face with him, poking him on the nose while smiling,

"Lil' bro, we really don't have time for games, in, even though they can be great fun, enemies are at the gates, but not really at the gate, they are still quite some distance away, but they are close, that I can tell you for sure. Um, yeah, apologies for the color of my eyes, I know it goes against the whole white thing we are both rocking, but I had a well, near-death experience?... Death is a weird concept when it comes to someone like me, but what I mean is that those things tend to leave a mark."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The eyes of the child became focused, rapidly parsing through the words of the strange boy that appeared before him and choosing to pick what was the more important tidbits among them, and he quickly asked,

"Who are you, and what enemies are coming for us? Ascendants, Calamities, or something else?"

The transformed white flames looked at the child with a delighted gaze as if he was glad that he was able to quickly reach the crux of the matter despite how confusing the situation must have appeared to him, he cleared his throat and touched his chest,

"I am the Lost Flames, but you can call me Lost. I know it's not that creative, but I love the name, and previously my Creator was not all that imaginative, if you know what I mean. Ahem, I am the only flame of the Creator."

"The Creator?" the child asked suspiciously, feeling a weird sort of anticipation in his heart,

Lost smiled and gently said, "How do you think you came to be? By chance? Surely you don't think your dreams are normal? The ones you have been having for nearly every moment of your life. You have felt his touch in your heart and mind, how could you ever question his presence? It's like denying gravity."

The boy took a step back, his hackles rising, "How do you know about my dreams?"

Lost waved his hand around the head of the child, so quickly he could not even move to block the move and he pinched the air right above the child's head, bringing his closed fingers to the eyes of the child, and when he opened them, sparkles that resembled falling stars poured out,

"Your dreams follow you like flies, easy to discover for those who know where to look."

The boy went quiet in thoughts and he looked at Lost, the strength of mind that characterized every Blood Blessed coming to the forefront,

"If you indeed come from the Creator of the Blood Blessed and that there is danger coming, then you should not speak to me alone, but to all the Elders who should be able to mount an effective defense and plans of attack."

Lost shook his head, "At the moment they are all still too weak to battle against what is coming, and even if they could buy time for the Creator who is in a critical moment in his Ascension, it would lead to the death of billions." his voice went low, "He would not want that."