The Primordial Record

Chapter 1483 The Wailing Horde

Naked, except for the tattoos that covered him from his hairless head to the soles of his feet, Noctis walked out of the wilderness of Raul with his eyes closed, each step that he left behind was filled with blood, stamping firmly unto the earth, and there was a loud thump every time he walked, it was as if a giant was treading the earth, indeed the entirety of the wilderness shook with his footsteps.

The blood that he left behind him was like a cancerous plague on the earth, they ate up everything in their path, digging dip into the earth until they reached the core of this realm and extending far into space as if they were reaching for the heavens, and so behind Noctis there was nothing, his blood ate away at space and time leaving a void that slowly healed, but reality in those spots was corrupted, filled with a black rune that could not be seen with the eye or any senses, be it normal or supernatural, one would need to be dead if they wanted to observe these runes, because they were weaved from the stuff of death itself.

The Wilderness of Raul was slowly been destroyed under the unrelenting tread of Noctis. This unknown place that had housed ancient divinities since the beginning of the Primordial Era was being eradicated at the foundations, and this epic feat was being done in silence, a world that was as massive as an Eternal Realm were simply vanishing without any fanfare.

Its purpose had been satisfied, it had housed the remnants of Noctis beneath the gaze of all in existence until something had changed, and the wilderness was no longer needed. If there was any justice in existence, its name should be remembered, but it would never be, no one except for Noctis would know that this wilderness had ever existed.