The Primordial Record

Chapter 1496 Dawn Of The Supreme Era (11)

Caine's bloodshot eyes seemed to go vacant from the words of Primordial Chaos. There was a dull ringing in his heart that was hard to ignore. It was not every time that Caine was confronted with his insignificance, and this was made worse when he considered that everything he was hearing was the truth.

"Despite all of this," Caine gasped aloud, "I am not a game. I have made the sacrifices needed to reach your position, and I have been shunned and denigrated before the altars of all living beings. I have existed in conditions that my worst enemies could never comprehend, and I have fought for every opportunity that I could grasp. You have no right to judge me."

Primordial Chaos laughed, his voice was like a young man in the prime of his life, yet it was soft, exuding a relaxed air of confidence, and Caine's eyes bugged out in humiliation, rage, and despair as one of the feet of Primordial Chaos stepped on his head and began pressing down, while slowly moving from side to side, as he leisurely spoke,

"If I don't have the right to judge you, then who can? I made everything of you, your existence all rests on my whims. Your design is my own, yet you have failed to live to the potential I gave you, even now, you still don't see your part in all of this, how expected, how disappointing."