Primordial Memory did not fall back from the attacks of the serpents. If he were anywhere else, using the body of a Throne, he might have despaired, but these serpents had crossed into his Memory Space, practically swimming inside his essence, and there was no way he was letting them leave here alive.
The Primordial charged, his body seemed inconsequential against the vastness of the six serpents who had now begun to call upon the might of their aspects as they barreled for the Primordial.
The distance between them that streched for millions of miles were crossed in the blink of an eye and in the barest moments before these two titans clashed, Primordial Memory roared, his ninth level Will and essence pouring out from his body like a flood without caring if his body was damaged, after all, this body was just a conduit to his Great Labyrinth, which was his actual body.
"LEGION OF FALLEN SUNS!"
