The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1086

Chapter 1086: The First Blood Slave

Rowan scrutinized the tens of billions of his lost children, at this moment all of them were frozen in place, he was not manipulating time, he had only sped his perception to such a high level that a second of time could as well be an hour.

He was making a bold move, but dragging the entire Blood bound from this realm into a single location would draw immediate attention that he did need at this time, but when he was done with everything he wanted about their situation, their lives would have changed, but on the surface, only a single second would have gone by.

This would mean that for an instant all the Blood Bound would vanish and be returned a beat later, it would draw suspicion and scrutiny, but that was the best he was capable of doing for now. In another world, a group of people disappearing for a second would be a cause for alarm, but in this realm, this matter would fade in little to no time, there were too many pressing things to focus on.

Frozen alongside the Blood Bounds were the Blood Slaves, who numbered in the hundreds of thousands, all of them looked to be in their prime but the air of age hung around them like a cloak, the youngest here should be at least two thousand years old. It was always amazing how such a small group could influence the lives of so many given the right circumstances.

It was a harsh reminder of how trust could be twisted to the advantage of those with nefarious intentions.

Rowan's anger that was simmering below the surface began to bubble, this group of people had truly exploited the Blood Bounds for so long. Everyone hated traitors, especially the ones who came to you with a smiling face, but with daggers hidden under their tongue.

However, he knew of all this, what he was looking for was the source; the point where it all changed, where these lost children went from protecting their people to suppressing and exploiting them, and even coming to luxuriate in their cruelty.

With a gesture, all the Blood Slaves appeared before him, and Rowan's right hand began to contort, bending unnaturally, before exploding into thousands of long strings made of flesh as fine as a spider's thread that shot forward and pierced through the eyes of thousands of the Blood Slaves, and he touched their soul and began to read them.

If he wanted the real truth, this was the place to find it.

Rowan's eyes were closed as he focused on his task, and behind him space silently parted with no single indication and something massive came through. It silently regarded Rowan with cold, calculating eyes, and patiently waited.

Memories of the lives of the Blood Slaves flooded into Rowan's consciousness and his heart went cold when he saw the atrocities committed by these slaves. They had developed a sick method of gaining pleasure, acts so depraved that cannibalism and even the eating of children were among the least of their crimes.

These were acts that were closer to the sick pleasures of the gods of Trion, the only difference was that these Blood Slaves had not yet had the time to refine their sick desires to the height of those cruel gods.

He understood battle, understood the pleasure of seeing your skills, no matter how nasty, working for you in the way you intend, he understood standing over the body of your broken enemies and knowing that if you were less skilled or less powerful, it would be you on the ground.