The Primordial Record novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467 If I Cannot Have My Prize. No One Will

Deep inside the universe, a red light was shooting through the darkness of the void. The speed of the movement was exaggerated as it zoomed past many different galaxies in a few short weeks. Inside that red light was the figure of the Third Prince, Rowan's father.

Something was different about his appearance however, he was visibly losing weight, and his true appearance was emerging underneath all the layer of fat on him, although for the moment the red light emerging from his body was so thick that his form could not be seen.

If Rowan was here he would have understood a frightening aspect about his father's power. The red light that he was using to shoot through the universe was none other than Intent!

Rowan had been frozen in shock for the amount of Intent his father was pushing out every single second was thousands of times greater than all the Intent in his body. It was unknown what grade this Intent could be, but it was vast.

With the restrictions placed upon him inside the material universe, the Third Prince could not quickly move through space using the Shadow-verse, it was the reason he needed the aid of Teleportation portals to quickly navigate his way inside the universe, but where he was going there was no known roads that led to that place.

He could no longer ask for help from the pawns he had set up over the years. Recent events have shown that he was wrong in solely focusing on this path.

It was the reason why he had been traveling through the void of space for the last three years now approaching the fourth, as he journeyed to where it all began. Ultimately in this universe, he had to seize his destiny with his own hands if he wanted the results he wanted.

He was not just going to play a new hand, he was going to break the fucking board.

He was heading to a place he had forbidden himself from ever reaching, for the risk he would face would be very great, and it was most likely he might perish.

The location he was headed was where he first pierced through into this material universe twelve billion years ago.

With the event on Jarkarr fresh on his mind, the Third Prince understood that he had underestimated the power of the Singularity, and most importantly he had underestimated the cunning of his son, who in a single day transformed into a creature he no longer recognized.

He had made sure the memory of Rowan was thoroughly wiped out, he also used Sigils to dull the sharp edges of this child as much as possible without making him an idiot, but his latest gambit had failed. Through the wiles of Fate and Luck, Rowan was slipping through his fingers.

He suspected that he knew the bastard that was causing these problems for him.

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PLANET BEORRYN

A carriage drawn by two large Runethors moved through a dusty street of an arid village. The streets were wide and the houses around the place were sparse and misshapen as if they were on the verge of destruction.

The Runethors were panting harshly with their tongue hanging outside their mouths. For such majestic creatures to appear this wretched must mean that the journey to this place must have been both long and difficult.

Yet as it was with their species, they all had a proud heart and they would bear any hardship until they couldn't. Luckily for these noble creatures, their journey was at an end, as whispered words by an occupant inside the carriage made them stop before a two-story ram-shackled building.

A hooded figure emerged from the carriage, on the shoulder of the figure was a sleeping black cat, the figure looked around before focusing on the building ahead, a stray breeze blew past the figure and a stand of blue hair escaped from the hood.