The Primordial Record

Chapter 226 Avartar of Eve… Ascend!

His growth paused and he nearly screamed in anger. Then seeing the reason he took a while for him to settle, and he saw a restriction to his Ascension to Incarnation.

Every new upgrade in the State of change requires him to select a new path to upgrade his powers and he could not blow through the first great circle without choosing his next steps.

There were two methods he could use to reach Incarnation, the first was to assimilate at least thirty-three minor worlds and using the energy from all off them to build his Incarnation, or the second which was to enter his Bloodline Source once more and connect to his Primogenitor—The first Ouroboros Serpent, and use their Essence as his Incarnation.

Two choices, one would mean total independence from any power that may seek to hold sway over him, and the other would lead to an easy fix. He knew getting an Incarnation from a Primogenitor could be easy, but that would be wasting the potential of his ability.

He was in a unique position to walk a path never before treaded by anyone else, and with his potential, it would be pitiful for him to select anything lesser. Of course the difficulty of seeding at least thirty-three worlds would be difficult, but he would prevail. Gathering six billion energy points was a monumental task, yet he accomplished it, this one would be no different. 𝐨𝘃𝗹.

He did not have only one bloodline, however, so that meant he could continue getting stronger even while planning on the methods he would use to assimilate worlds, he had the beginning of a plan, and Jarkarr was central to that strategy.

He called up the Avatar of Eve bloodline and the eyes of the Lady of Shadow lit up, it shone with a purple light, so bright it extended for more than five feet in front of her, she was the size of a small cat in comparison to his seventy-five feet body.

Rowan growled, “Avatar of Eve… Ascend!”

A black glow shone from the forehead of Rowan, and he fell into darkness. A voice froze him in place, and for the first time since he surpassed the Mortal State, he felt like an ant before a thunderstorm.

The Language the voice spoke was unfamiliar, and it took his complete language mastery some time to decipher the words, and still, it still felt strange in his perception.

” yσυ ￠αηησт ?s￠αρ? ??σм м? ￠нιl?…

θвlινιση нαs αlωαys в??η yσυя вιятняιgнт

Пσ мαтт?я нσω ?αя yσυ яυη ?яσм м?, I sнαll вυяη αll ?χιsт?η￠? υηтισ ι ?ιη? yσυ…

??ll м? ωн?я? sн? нι??s! ”

As unexpectedly as the words came they stopped and Rowan felt he floated in the darkness for a while and at a seemingly distant place, he heard the sounds of chains, and he turned in the darkness seeking for where the sounds emerged.

Below him a gargantuan lidless eyes opened, and Rowan was surprised he felt a bloodline connection to that eye, he wanted to get closer to it, but the eyes soon vanished.

Then he saw a light, and his perception was attracted to it, and it grew closer to that light, and he saw it was a palace… It was familiar to his palace of ice in the sense that they were both made from a material that resembled ice, but the similarities ended there.

The palace before him was massive, planet sized, with massive Corinthian pillars the size of mountains, and a throne the size of a continent, before the palace were fully awakened angels in such vast numbers they covered the entire horizon even into space.

They had varied shapes and form with some of them defying the concept of physique and only existing as light or darkness, and they all knelt before the throne, and a million billion eyes focused on it.

Before the throne was a coffin made of ice, and a woman laid inside, with hair blacker than night. The palace shuddered and began to collapse, as if multiple black holes were dropped into the palace. The Angels closed their eyes and none moved, even as the destruction consumed them all.

Rowan woke to a desolate sound. It was the sounds of keening from the Lady of Shadow, it was a soft sound that carried endless sorrow, not knowing the reason for her sorrow, he stayed quiet and opened his palm, and she came to rest on top of it.

Rowan spoke in Medan, “It is alright… Eve. ” she shuddered and seemed surprised, her black eyes tracking his features, she smiled at him, and she suddely became drowsy, and she gradually fell asleep in his hand while cradling his little finger.

Rowan was quiet, and he stood still as he hovered in the air, a statue of gold.

He let her rest on his palms for the next six hours, and he was not impatient because he knew she was evolving. The Lady of Shadow was a central figure in his bloodline, and she was linked to him in ways he could not yet fathom.

Unlike him, she could not easily handle the strain of transcending her Mortal state into a Legend. Even though her command of spells was unmatched, she still needed the rest to get accustomed to the new powers she now had. Rowan was patient, as he intended to continue raising the bloodline, and she needed the rest, with his Soul points he just needed to push ahead.

Perhaps with his new capabilities he should be able to learn more of her history as he was sure he was a hundred times more durable than before, and would not easily perish for knowing the truth.

When she awoke, she was different, with the shadow making up her form now reduced to a large extent, and she appeared to be covered head to toe by a black cloth, although black smoke was now slowly spewing out from her eyes and knee-length hair, her features were more apparent, and Rowan saw she resembles the woman in the coffin, but she was also different.