"You're all weak…"
"..."
The primordials did not like those words; their displeasure affected space, as fractures began to appear in the fabric of their universe, spreading far and wide.
"Watch your tone, boy…" One of the primordials growled. "You stand in the presence of the primogenitors of all universes."
Ignoring their overt displeasure, Alexander swung a hand out, instantly crushing and devouring the cumulative might of their presence. "The fate of your Reality is in jeopardy, and all you care about is your ego?!"
The primordials narrowed their eyes as they felt their presence recede into their bodies, almost as if their aura was frightened.
A few had even recoiled slightly, the act itself a denial of their very existence. The feeling of extreme shame boiled over, turning into rage.
"How dare you…!!!"
Never had they ever experienced anything of the sort. The Behemoth Primordial — the primal beast of land, strength and unyielding will — roared his challenge.
