The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1992

Chapter 1992: No Fear

The pressure of charging against eight of these existence-destroying entities was incredibly strong, but Rowan found himself grinning. He was in great danger, but he never felt freer in his life.

For too long, he had been dancing on the strings of unknown masters; he was a puppet that was never told his purpose, and these masters had made sure to show him how meaningless he was in the grand scheme of things.

The people he loved, the places, the experiences... all could be robbed from him at any time, and now that he had the chance to stand before these thrones of malevolence and fight for his fate, Rowan could not help but smile.

A small part of him wished that there were no plans he had to follow and he could just bury himself in the thrill of combat as he crushed those whose arrogance and cruelty knew no bounds, but he knew he only had a short time, and he was determined to enjoy every single moment of it.

Elgorath, seeing the grin on the face of Rowan, growled, "This fool has gone mad."

"Then we take care of him, even mad dogs can still bite," Xylos roared in rage, after the extreme humiliation of being nearly decapitated by a mere Incarnation washed through his mind once again.

Rowan fighting against all of them was as if Eos was holding them all back with a single finger. How could the masters of Existence take such an insult with any form of grace?

Rowan felt it immediately—the weight of eight ancient Wills pressing down like the collapse of a thousand Realities. He wished he had the physique of his main body, but his body was also rapidly evolving towards the ninth-dimensional level, and it would have to serve.

"WRRHH... BOOM"

With a calamitous sound that shattered space for countless light-years, Rowan struck the Wills of all eight Primordial beings, who transformed their Wills into various shapes, from chains to entire dimensions.

The air on the Road of Eternity thickened to the consistency of blood, every breath a struggle against the combined essence of Enoch’s mad children and Death’s general.

"I AM SPACE!" Rowan roared, and his Will tore an endless tunnel through the barrier in front of him, and his body surged through like light. However, he could not hold back the weight of the power pressed against him, and that tunnel collapsed, and yet despite it all, Rowan could not be held back.

He growled in anger as a chain wrapped his arm. It happened in the space between heartbeats, and from the stench of the chain, it was Nyxara’s doing; her black soul-wing flared as she directed a powerful strike through the chain.

The chain was not metal but crystallized ambition, golden threaded with black, and Rowan could not cut off his arm before a blast of Will from Elgorath penetrated his skull and entered his consciousness, leaving him to falter for a brief moment... that moment was too long.

"You are not enough."

"Eos will fall without you. Your dying cries would be the last thing he hears."

"You fall... We rise."

The whispers burrowed into his mind, higher-dimensional, raw, carrying the weight of ninth-dimensional doubt.

’Damn it, Eos, I am about to die... give me something... give me a sword!"

Rowan groaned in anger as he heard a chuckle in his mind, ’I thought you wanted this fight... now you run to me for help.’

"Yeah... you are just jealous I am here having the time of my life when you are fighting for your life. Hey, Eos, I don’t envy you. When I die, you would still be left with all these burdens, so you better be nice to me now, when you still got me."

Space Crush.

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