The Primordial Record

Chapter 918 A New Birth

The Will Holders were still digesting what just happened, especially the Third Prince whose eyes were opened in shock and horror, not for the death of Golgoth, but because of what Rowan had said before he killed him.

“Who are you?” He screamed, “You cannot be him, you are not Erohim!”

Rowan remained silent, if he said a word it might clue the Third Prince that he was indeed not Erohim, but the battle was as much psychological and physical. He had been able to discover a hidden haven where the last of Erohim Will had hidden away from the Reflections, and with it, he was able to strike a blow against the mental state of the Third Prince, and when his head was filled with doubts and questioning the decisions Rowan had been making all this while, Rowan attacked.

From eleven Will Holders, Rowan had shrunk their numbers down to six, and while the Third Prince, Silas, and Aeris were still reeling from the apparent revelation from Rowan, with Minerva sliding backward, the two God Emperors left behaved like the machine they were and did not stop attacking Rowan.

Sadly they had access to only a basic form of Will, which should just be a Will of Force Amplification, an extremely powerful Will to be sure, but against a power factory like Rowan, it was a bit too basic.

Rowan did not move quickly, like the mortal he was, he sought to conserve his energy, as the two God Emperors were rapidly closing the gap. Both of them leaped towards him, shooting across the distance and Rowan met them head-on.

He angled his weapon sideways and caught the descent of both of their blades. Powered by the Aetherium from the Third Prince, their weapon bit deep into Envy, nearly cutting the weapon in three places, but it trapped their blades inside Envy and Pride. 𝘧𝓌𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦.𝒸ℴ𝑚

Rowan twisted his weapon, pulling the sword away from one of the God Emperors and making the other one stumble as he stubbornly held his weapon. Not giving them the chance to recover, Rowan’s right hand spread out like six massive tentacles and slammed into the bodies of the two God Emperors, and lifted them in the air.

His serpents wasted no time in tearing through the armor and in the next moment, blood began to pour out from the gaps in the metal as the sound of chewing increased and Rowan walked past the Emperors hanging in the air held aloft by his serpents.

It was the Third Prince who shook himself from his shock and regarded Rowan with hatred, “Well played… Rowa…” he choked, not knowing how to complete his words. He had promised Erohim on that day to wipe his presence from all of reality and there should be no way that Rowan should have learned of that day when the plan to create the living being that stood before them began in earnest.

The Third Prince vowed, “It matters not what you know, or how you are able to push past the barrier of my Aetherium curse, you are still dying on this bridge you created.”

Rowan remained silent, the only thing he did was to slowly cock his head to the side and then he vanished. The Third Prince’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to scream, but it was too late.

Rowan appeared before Silas and Aeris like a phantom, his body was vibrating rapidly as if he was not truly present and was a figment of a mad god’s dream. For the first time since the battle began, Rowan called upon the power of Ascension.

He swung Envy at the Tower Masters with such speeds that even in this slow reality where this battle was fought, where a single second could be stretched for hours due to the speed of the combatants, Envy still appeared like a blur.

A pale blue shield like a dome appeared around the two Reflections that shimmered and flared brightly as a star as it blocked the blow from Rowan. It had managed to block a blow that would tear a thousand galaxies in two, but it could not block the next hundred that hammered into it in a fraction of a fraction of a moment.

The battered form of Envy and Pride could not handle this force and as the shield shattered into pieces, so did they, but their pieces were like guided missiles that shredded the bodies of the two Tower masters into paste, leaving a small handle in Rowan’s hand, the only evidence that these glorious weapons existed.

The shredded Tower Masters had not perished, they screamed in pain from a hundred mouths, as in their quest to survive, they burned their Aetherium, releasing vast amounts of green lightning that shrouded their battered bodies, rapidly fusing their scattered flesh together with no rhyme or reason, the goal was only survival.

They slowly began to rise, an abomination made from a thousand mouths and a hundred eyes. Silas and Aeris had eaten a lot of people in their time, only selecting the best and the most powerful to consume, and they called forth the multitude sleeping within them, dragging them to the surface, not caring if their actions were destroying their bodies, they only needed to survive.

The true creators of Abomination, the Second Reflection, arose, a gigantic mass of flesh that soon sprouted a hundred arms that began making arcane gestures, its thousands of mouths opened and screamed words of forbidden spells.

Rowan seemed not to be aware of the changing state of the Reflection, his empty eyes were only focused on the handle of the Pride left in his hand. He had reached for the shattered weapons and picked a fragment of Envy and he held them both.

“You have done well, Envy, Pride, you have drank the blood of true Immortals and have fought by my side as a mortal. Don’t fear, for although you stand at the edge of the darkness, I shall not let you fall. You are granted this grace, come fight by my side once more, for the battle is not over.”

The Third Prince roared, “Minerva, don’t you dare stand back. We go all in!”

For the first time since the battle began the Third Prince began to step forward, no longer willing to stand behind, he clasped his hands together and when he opened them, he was holding a greatsword. This blade was more than nine feet long, and it resembled glass and had hundreds of cracks running down its length.

This weapon that once belonged to Erohim was a true fragment of a Primordial weapon, “I don’t care about the secrets you are hiding, your existence ends now!”

The forbidden spell from Second hundred towards Rowan, in addition to Minerva thrusting forth a demonic enchantment that was powered by nearly ninety percent of the Aethruim in her body, Third was a few feet away from Rowan as he swung his blade to tear him in two…

Rowan smiled as he channeled his Destroyer into the fragments of his weapon. The fragments shuddered and a new life erupted from them.

Everything went white.