The Arrival of the Primordial
The battlefield quaked under the weight of forces beyond comprehension. Ridge, fused with the lattice and Core Threads, felt every tremor, every pulse of existence reverberate through his bones. The air itself had become a living, screaming entity, bending and warping around the colossal presence emerging from the rift.
Aria clutched his arm, her silver glow blazing with frantic intensity. “Ridge… it’s… it’s the Primordial. I’ve read about it… it’s older than time itself. No Alpha, no Guardian… has ever survived its arrival.”
Ridge’s jaw clenched, molten Heartfire flaring violently, frost coiling around him like serpents. “Then we survive… because we must. I won’t—cannot—let existence fall.”
The Primordial descended from the rift like a living storm of sha
