Looking at the red flames, Rowan had an idea and began pushing his will into the flames, it began to pulse and he created a ball of flame which hovered near him, he pushed it forward and the flames went ahead of him, in the same manner he created six more of the fireballs and let them revolve around him.
He was able to manipulate the flames better because he had noticed an increase in the tenacity of his Spirit and he checked his Record and was surprised at the upgrades to his Spirit.
PRiMORDiAl RECORD
Name: Rowan Kuranes
Age: 11/33,000
Strength : 1767
Agility : 1716
Constitution : 2750
Spirit : 435.6
Class: None
Title: Plane walker, Chaos Blood
Aspect : Spatial Sight (Tier 3)
Berserker (Tier 1)
Skills:
Enrage (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Vortex (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Bash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Dash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Smash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Combo Attack (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Passive : Decipher language (complete), Ice–Fire soul (level 6)
Records:
FOUR HEADED OUROBOROS [CHAOS BLOOD]- level 2 [5,000/15,000]
SOUL REAVER – level 0 [0/5000]
Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine [3/3]
Chaos World Engine [Minor]
Engine One – 985,225/1,000,000,000
Engine Two – 897,645/1,000,000,000
Engine Three–1,001,876/1,000,000,000
Rift Rule: Absolute Body [Locked]
Incarnation Path Unlocked
Path: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]
Path Skill Gained :
World Soul Manipulation [Locked]
World Recreation [Locked]
World Merging [Locked]
Active Skill Gained: Flesh Light [(level 0) Spirit +100. Constitution +50. Strength +30]
Active Skill Gained:?Bone Fire[(level 0) Spirit +50. Constitution +100]
He set a flaming ball closer to the ground and saw a thick layer of dried blood underneath the door. The entrance was a pair of mechanical doors that slid shut in the middle.
Rowan pushed his fingers between the crease in the middle of the door. It was a thick metallic door, and it took a few seconds for his fingers to dig into it, before he could find a suitable purchase on the doors.
He strained as he began pushing his hands wide open. With a sharp creak and the crash of breaking mechanisms the door began to open.
The smell of decay and blood flooded Rowan senses and he had to jerk his head to shake away the foul odour from his nose, he sent six balls of flame ahead of him and his frown deepened at what he saw.
It was a massive room, the biggest he had seen inside this facility, a single large pillar was erected at the center of it, and massive coils of wires were connected to the pillar.
On the floor of the room were mounds of bodies that were piled into careless heaps, he walked through the doorway, his feet pressing into three inches of dried blood.
There were more than three thousand dead bodies down here, and as he could see from their outfits, these were most likely the workers inside the Control Hub.
They had all been butchered and from the smell and the state of decomposition on these bodies, it was most likely a week ago that this happened.
Passing through the mounds of bodies, he saw that their deaths were extremely miserable, whoever had killed them had made sure that the blows were lethal but would not lead to an instant death.
They must have been a particularly sick individual for he noticed that the amount of blood was clearly far more excessive even with the amount of bodies down here.
Then he smelled a hint of peppermint in the blood, and he remembered the Herrofoot he saw a while back, this material could create massive bleeding inside a body and if there were any opening on the body, every single drop of blood would be drained out, leaving an empty husk.
He heard another crash ahead, and a faint curse, that was not too far from his position, just hidden behind a particularly large body pile.
Rowan silently crossed the pile of bodies and?saw a massive silver werewolf on its knees. The eyes of the werewolf had been gouged out and both of it hands had been cut off, it had been pierced with more than twenty bars of metal, and the skin around the chest and stomach had been flayed open and long needles were pierced into its major organs.
Every now and then it shook in pain, which caused the metal bar impaled in it's body to rub against the ground, causing the crashing sound he heard.
Rowan paused in contemplation, for before him was the Guardian of the Nexus.
The werewolf sniffed the air, "Little chick, is that you?"
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