The Primordial Record

Chapter 1188: Rippling Presence



Rowan was experimenting with the ability of his Time Vault, and the target he had set when he had launched that attack was not the un-life inside the bodies of these gods, that would have been a rather useless move because these creatures were truly immortal and even if he accelerated the time in their bodies a million times over, it lacked any meaning, their flesh would remain potent, fueled by their Calamity Aura, and for beings at their level, they could survive for countless eternities on a slight bit of power, and so it was their Aura that became his target for it was their greatest weakness.

Ascendant and Calamity Aura were two sides of the same coin, and just because he restricted himself to one type of Aura did not mean he could not manipulate the other, and when he pushed his pure Ascendant Aura towards the descending Calamity gods to hold them back during his push for the fourth dimension, with Rowan's character, there was no way he would not be leaving a surprise inside of it, he was not that good-natured, after all he was a serpent. It was in the same way, he had slaughtered the first Calamity god.

The Aura that he had sent out was laced with his soul, and anything that could touch his soul was touching his power of time, hence his Will.

This turned out to be the greatest benefit that Rowan had gained despite his failed tribulation, he had learned how to integrate his powerful soul into his Ascendant Aura, and while he had failed to reach the fourth dimension using his Ascendant body, as long as the armor of his remained, he could wield his power of Will over time with little drawbacks.

It was this Will that smoothly connected with the time streams he had sent into their bodies that finally merged into the Calamity Aura in the bodies of these gods, and Rowan accelerated the operation of their Aura a million times faster.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the brief moments before they could reach him, the Calamity Aura inside these gods was combusted to nothingness and this act was so violent, it turned their immortal bodies to ash.

Rowan did not seem to be that pleased with the result of his attack, instead, he turned to his left and spoke to the heavens,

"How long would you watch me?"

There was silence, as if he was speaking to nothingness, and Rowan frowned, he slowly brought his arms forward as a swirling maelstrom of time began to gather over hand, and then a weird voice speaking a language that Rowan had only heard from Primordials,

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The voice was deep and possessed power that nearly made Rowan fall to his knees, his soul was shaken and for a moment he thought it was about to shatter, what saved him was his Ascendant body he hardened against the pressure being exerted on his soul, and he could stand his ground, nonetheless, the words he heard rang out in his soul and he could not help but replay it in his head as his heart went grim,

-"Thou art fought so hard with the grace of yore, my son. Thou heart pumped blood into gold."

The truth was that he had not even been a hundred percent sure that there was someone here with him, in the past few hours he had been getting danger signals from his intuition, and a few moments back, that premonition of danger had exploded to terrifying levels, at first Rowan had thought this danger signs came from his Tribulation, or a sign of his impending failure to reach the fourth-dimensional level with his Ascendant body.

After dispatching the Calamity gods, the danger he was sensing had not ended, instead it seemed to be getting closer, even though this sense of danger was pervasive and he could not point out the direction it was coming from, he fell back on his luck and simply turned to his left and asked the question that reeled in something that was totally unexpected, but in hindsight, he should have seen coming.

It was the Eye of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

This recognition of what was precisely the danger assailing him was enough for Rowan to regain back his clarity and his golden eyes peering from his armor tightened,

"I shattered your shadows and used their souls as ropes to bind you to my side, why do you think you could sneak up on me?"

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Rowan could not help but wince and took a step back, his soul vibrated harshly and it took a while for it to settle again, the voice spoke once more, but its tone and language had been reduced to a level that threatened not to disperse his soul, the language its spoke was familiar, Medan, with the intonation that reminded him of Trion,

"I did not sneak... you could not see me..."

The intonation and sound of the voice changed midway,

...N-naughty boy, I did not appreciate what you did to my eye, but in the end it was what gave me the fuel to awaken a bit of my consciousness. So in a way I owe you my freedom dear boy, none of those treathrous shadows would have ever dreamt to sacrifice their souls to awaken me, despite the fact that it was their entire purpose for existence."

The space in front of him rippled and despite his hold over the time in this area, something effortlessly stepped through. The Calamity gods during his tribulation had been able to move because Rowan had permitted it, if he had wanted they would not have been able to attack him at all, but that would defeat the entire purpose of a tribulation, this new presence entered his domain of time as if it did not exist.

It was difficult at first for Rowan to discern what it was. He could only see tiny mountains of white, and as if it was an image that had been zoomed to the max but was slowly being brought down to scale, Rowan soon figured out that what he was looking at were teeth. Normal teeth, but with how many he could see and count the individual must be grinning like a crocodile. It suddenly reminded him that no matter how crazy the Third Prince and the rest of the shadows were, that they had an originator, the main source of their evil, and they were simply a pale copy before the real thing.

The figure of the presence rippled again, it was as if Rowan was looking at a reflection in the water, and he cocked his head to the side, his perception wrapping around the figure and he saw that his sentiment seemed to be correct, the presence had no depth, it was like a flat 2D

image,

"Ah, I see that you have figured out that I am not here. Well there is nothing I can do to change that for the moment. The World's Will is focused on me at the moment and that peskyAscendant brat is at my gate, coupled with the fact that the flesh I am wearing cannot move from its spot... why I am lucky you chose to upgrade your bloodline, else I would have been trapped for an eternity. Oh, sorry that I blocked your ascension, I can't have you running around just yet dear boy."