The Primordial Record

Chapter 912 Elura’s Gambit

Golgoth eyes widened in fear, and Rowan could see the disbelief inside them, the Reflection had seen his power but he could not understand how deep it went. Rowan’s strength did not just come from the powers of his flesh, which was quite substantial, but also from the fact that he was a dimension.

As a mortal, he could not yet access all the powers from his dimension, but the thing he could briefly access was his weight.

Although the passive field of energy around his body made Rowan virtually weightless, if he wanted he could access his true weight, he had stopped measuring when only his arm weighed a quintillion tonnes. How can you measure the weight of a dimension? And not just one dimension but three dimensions in one, because Rowan had preserved his first and second-dimensional body.

Even with his unreasonable strength and constitution, if Rowan wielded his full weight with his present power, he would tear himself to pieces, but he could apply that weight in the right places making his attacks truly devastating. The nearly indestructible nature of Envy and Pride made them the only weapon that he could use without holding back.

Golgoth armor was also supposed to be nearly indestructible, likely made from materials sourced from outside the universe. Rowan’s strength and Envy’s edge made sure that he could tear through this armor while they were on this bridge.

An inch from cutting into his chest, a pale red glow surrounded Golgoth’s body and blocked the blow, it shattered a moment later but it gave the false God King the chance to thrust himself backward, but his screams of fear and for aid had also alerted Rowan to the possibility that he could be saved and he shoved his left hand forward, grabbing the fleeing Reflection by its only leg, halting him in midair, and slamming him into the bridge with so much force, Golgoth’s armor nearly exploded and black blood shot out from every opening, the screams from the Reflection grew more shrill.

Rowan borough Envy upwards to split Golgoth in two, but in a stunning move of desperation, tentacles erupted from the mouth of Golgoth and severed the limb in Rowan’s grasp, and like an undead insect cut in half, he scuttled away to safety, pulled away by the tentacles in his face.

Looking at the limb he was holding in slight disgust as it was still struggling, filled with a perverse life force despite the absolute nature of the Twilight bridge, “Oh well,” Rowan muttered, “Waste not, want not,” he tossed the limb to his crown and it was devoured in two quick bites.

He dismissively slapped away a bolt of Necromantic energy that surged from Silas who was still moaning in pain as his left hand went through the hole where half of his stomach was missing as if in disbelief. He stood over the broken body of Golgoth, seeking to protect against further aggression from Rowan as the false God King strived to heal himself and failed.

In the eyes of the Reflection he could see fear, however such an emotion in the heart of his enemy did not trigger any sort of fulfillment, he just wanted them dead, so Rowan stepped forward. The plan was to kill them one at a time, but he was not against killing more at the same time if the opportunity presented itself.

Once again a premonition of death overwhelmed his senses, a thousand times stronger than what he had felt from the formation and Rowan gasped as the expected weapon the Will Holder would be using against him presented itself.

Rowan knew that the Will Holders, especially the Third Prince must be looking for a method to beat the Twilight Bridge and kill him, and he had shown them enough of his capabilities for them to guess the fact that he was able to adapt to nearly any forces brought against him, and so they needed something he had never seen before, something truly powerful.

A wave of red lightning that covered every avenue of advancement blasted towards him, at first he was disappointed, he knew the familiar form of the Third Prince’s power but then he focused on the energy, his eyes read all it contained and for the most part he could understand most of what it contained, it was a stupidly complex spell backed by the power of Will, and then mixed inside this energy, he saw something he could not understand, and instead of attacking he defended himself with Envy and retreated, and that turned out to be the only thing that saved him.

Like a hungry void, the right red lightning burned and consumed reality, branding a path of destruction through the bridge. In a moment Rowan had retreated thousands of miles but he still caught the tail end of the blast and his body stiffened as pain and destruction ravaged it from the inside out.

Rowan gritted his teeth in pain, feeling several of them cracking and healing before he fell on his back, his legs no longer able to support him.

Growling in anger he tried to stand but a surge of red lightning would burst out from his body incapacitating him with endless waves of pain and stiffening in his muscles. As far as he could tell, the damage he was receiving from the bolts was easily healed but its ability to incapacitate him was the problem.

The pain was not the problem, Rowan had reached a point where he could no longer even estimate how high his pain threshold had become, but the red lightning was a chain around every single strand of his muscles, holding him down.

He still attempted to move, although the energy of the red lightning seemed to be infinite, holding a creature like Rowan bound for long would require more.

Even as a mortal, Rowan found it ridiculous that anything could hold him bound, after all, although he had the shape of a man, he was a freaking dimension. A quick look into his dimension revealed it was covered by red lightning.

The red lightning contained potent energy, but it was not enough to incapacitate him, what made it truly powerful was the form it took. It was strange, reminding him of the energy inside the Eld Seed Elura charged Maeve to give him that he had refused to open.

He frowned, knowing that the mysteries behind his Third bloodline gained from Elura were vast and most likely linked to a Primordial, he wanted nothing to do with this power for the moment.

The reason he could fight against the Wills of the Primordials holding his blood and his fate bound to their Will was because one of them was dead and the other was incapacitated, he doubted that this mysterious third Primordial that was linked to his Third Bloodline was in the same condition.

At this time, his last bloodline was free of any Will, but something told him that the moment he ingested the Seed, his bloodline would no longer be free from manipulation.

It seemed he was in an impasse, and somehow Elura must have known that he would come in contact with a form of energy that he could not understand, and in order to save himself, he would have to make a choice.

Even faced with this unknown form of energy that was ravaging his body, Rowan felt no regret for not opening the Seed, at that moment it would have led to unintended consequences, and although this decision was coming to bite him in the face at a crucial moment, all Rowan could truly feel was excitement.