The Primordial Record

Chapter 430 Tearing Space

With that done, his thought focused on the next project, which was to find a method to search through the Underverse, or the Shadow verse, for the Page of the Primordial Record he stole from his father.

This was another benefit he had obtained on that day.

He had tasked Fiona Shadowsoul to steal the items on his father’s body and dump them into a space crack. While he still had the authority of Ohrox the Demon Prince, he was sure that she would have followed his instructions.

There was no way he would be using that identity anymore before he grew stronger, else it would be easy for the Covenant to imprison his consciousness. Who knows what sort of trap has been placed on the Anima of the Demon?

To retrieve that page inside the Shadow-verse would be difficult but not impossible. He had an intrinsic connection with the Primordial Record and he would be led to it soon enough.

The search could take a few months or it would take ten thousand years, the Shadow-verse was as vast as the universe, and there were no landmarks to locate, space and time performed weirdly here and he would have to take it slow.

Inside the Divine Palace, Rowan opened his eyes, and red blood began to gush out from his pores like a flood until another Berserker Clone was created. Still admiring the versatility of this Aspect, he attempted to tear open space but the entire Divine Palace vibrated and resisted his effort.

‘This is a pleasant surprise. So a Divine Palace passively defends against Spatial Tears and Folds, that means Teleportation would not work inside or it would be extremely costly to do so.’ Rowan mused.

There were no hindrances to his Astrolabe when he used it inside the Divine Palace so he had no idea that such a feature was part of the Palace designs, but it should be a normal feature, after all, the Divine Palace of a god was their sanctuary, where their Divine Spark was kept, it had to be kept as inviolable as possible.

He appeared on the top of the Divine Palace alongside his Berserker Clone, and he brought a single finger that appeared normal, and he parted space with it.

It was a weird sensation to feel the very fabrics of reality coming undone, it almost felt as if he was pushing his finger into an ice-slushy.

The rip in space was razor-straight and it was slowly healing, but he pushed both of his hands through the gap and began to pull it apart. He could feel the razor-sharp edges of space slicing across his palms, but it left only thin white lines that faded in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly the inspiration he received when viewing the death throes of that Gas Giant came to him, and he closed his eyes in deep contemplation for a few seconds, and when he opened it, he seemed to have understood something.

Stretching his hands wide open, space was torn apart and shattered like glass, he brought his hands to his face, where the remnants of reality were wriggling in his closed palms like living smoke.

‘Fascinating.’ Rowan thought.

The Berserker Clone armored itself with Enrage and entered into the shattered space with no delays. They were all a part of him.

The crack soon healed itself, but there was a portion missing that was taking longer to heal. The piece of space he held in his hands was beginning to grow more violent, and Rowan was determined to see what would happen if he did not release it.

As the missing portion in space grew closer together, his palms began to glow red hot. The intensity of the clash occurring in his palms had become so violent that cracks had begun to appear in his palms.

Rowan’s eyes were intrigued and kept his fist closed until the space crack healed itself and the violence in his hands ceased.

Rowan could feel that the pieces of space he held had become docile and cold, and he opened both palms to see their current state.

Two seconds later he said, “Oh.”

Rowan was swallowed by a bright light and an explosion equal to that of a nuclear bomb erupted in his hands!

His body was swept into space for hundreds of miles before his momentum ceased. Amazingly the only damage he suffered was a slight charring of his skin before that faded away.

His clothes were made from the bloody Aether of the Berserker Aspect and it healed so fast of the small damages it sustained, it was almost like it was never damaged.

When Rowan escaped from the devastation it appeared as if he was not hurt at the least. This was to be expected because his passive force field and Telekinesis had taken a massive step forward with his Current Attributes.

The primary reason he could hold ‘space’ was due to wrapping his hands with multiple barriers of Telekinesis. During the explosion Rowan had lowered his forcefield to check the durability of his body, else he would not have suffered any damages.

Rowan may have just found a powerful weapon due to the inspiration he received at that Gas Giant.

The cause of the explosion was that Rowan released the barriers of Telekinesis he used to cover the piece of space he took. When that piece was exposed to, well space, the clash between them released an enormous amount of energy.

Now Rowan was hooked on discovering more about this phenomenon.

He called on Knowledge Well to review the process and give him a better application for this method. It may not work well against gods because the damage was too spread out, but he could destroy countless weaker beings by holding a larger portion of space and then releasing it.

Eager to experiment with his new abilities, Rowan soon returned to his Divine Palace. There was a celebration ongoing among the mortals, and he sent a Berserker Clone to stand in his place, although he only stayed for ten minutes before he left.