Supremacy Games

1581 The Gathering of Maniacal Monoliths. II

"Quick, let's put them on the ground next to each other."

Lord Marduk swiftly began working on arranging the one hundred and sixty broken monoliths.

Each piece, a fragment of ancient knowledge, was carefully placed on the ground, forming a seemingly chaotic pattern that stretches across the landscape.

Felix and the others watched with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.

Time passed, and a sense of restlessness began to permeate the group...Whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd, a growing impatience at the apparent stillness of the scene.

The monoliths did absolutely nothing.

Knowing that all they could do was be patient, Felix questioned, "Does each monolith reallyrepresent a primogenitor?"

He was told before that each monolith represented a primogenitor and his element, but to see one hundred and sixty monoliths in one place was a lot on its own.

He couldn't imagine one hundred and sixty primogenitors used to exist in the universe.

"That's what we believe at least." Lady Sphinx clarified, "When we were bestowed gifts upon, the lightning that struck us, left some inscription written on the ground. We broke a piece of the ground with the inscription and kept it with us when our intelligence stabilized. Since everyone we have asked had this happen to him and we found a total of one hundred and sixty monoliths, we assumed that each monolith represented the birth of a primogenitor."

"I see..." Felix nodded in understanding, "But if it's like this, how can you be sure that 160 is the limit?"

"I have been sent holographic pictures of each monolith and I have pieced them manually until they got merged perfectly into one. While the rocks themselves have different sizes, the sentences were aligned perfectly straight, making the monolith resemble a book page." Lady Sphinx anwsered.

In other words, it was highly unlikely that a couple more monoliths were to be hiding somewhere.

"If there are a hundred and sixty primogenitors, how can the majority be dead?" Felix still found it hard to believe that such a large number of primogenitors were dead with the kind of gifts that made them overlords.

"You have no idea about the dangers of the universe in our times." Fenrir shook his head, "We spent at least thousands of years adjusting to our strength, intelligence, and powers. Just me alone have almost died ten times by making stupid mistakes like jumping in weird dimensions and such."

did recall the first memories of Jörmungandr. He was a mere little dumb snake before it got struck by lightning, and when he turned humanoid, he was

days dying from getting poisoned by a plant or a food...They might be immortals from old age, but they were easily

are a few more, who are still alive,

ancestor for

chaos primogenitor, capable of controlling the mysterious powers of unpredictability and forces of disorder. There is the nebula primogenitor, she can manipulate the cosmic dust and gases. There is even a radiation, magnetism, and

they have not survived the earliest years and have not left any descendants, which completely killed off their elements from making the

universe has created eggs to

perfect manipulation of some of those elements, having a strong feeling that they could be quite powerful like vibration

way, way earlier than even the Primogenitors Era could

eggs for primogenitors who had

many gemstone species and beasts related to him, which maybe pushed the universe to fix an imbalance

a failure?" Lord

give it some time." Lady Sphinx

monoliths together, but still, she held onto a bit of hope

monoliths stayed

tension reached its peak, Lord Marduk suggested, "Maybe, they needed

"How so?"

a single word

of the command belied

a profound change swept

rising from the ground as if

"The hell, it worked?!"

the rest were left speechless, having no

stone ensued, each piece gracefully moving through the air, guided by an

dance of the monoliths was mesmerizing, a

actually happening." Lady Sphinx's

and the scene before her was enough to make her cry

collecting them for millions of years and had risked way