The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1104

Chapter 1104: Memories Of Fire (1)

As Rowan dispersed his Natal Treasure in the form of golden clouds of dust to his children below, his body which had begun to transform into a golden statue was slowly being reversed, another head of the Ouroboros Serpent exploded, and for a moment Rowan's entire body transformed into a golden statue, and as the gold slowly ran down his red hair and almost reached its tips, it paused and was reversed.

The last two explosions of the Ouroboros Serpents brought Rowan to the brink twice but he has carefully calculated how much he could withstand while carefully administering his Natal Treasure to all the billion of his children below.

The spread of the golden dust was fast, and in less than an hour it had covered the entire continent, leaving it in silence. Apart from Rowan standing in the heavens above and looking at his left hand, which was the only part of his body that was left that still contained a little bit of gold, the rest of his body was free of it.

He was in a weird state at this moment where it seemed as if his consciousness had been splintered into billions of pieces, and if not for his previous hive mind capabilities that made such a state of being normal for him, he would have lost himself. Rowan slowly came to terms with this new state of being and looked at the last portion of his Natal Treasure left.

Every Blood Blessed had been given a portion of his power, and this power he gave them was branding itself to their genes and souls and would be passed down to their children for all eternity, it was a symbiotic relationship where the growth of their power would affect him positively.

As always there would always be distinguished individuals among any population and the last of his Natal Treasures was for them.

Under his watchful eyes, the last speck of gold on his hand dissipated into a flood of golden dust that sought out several especially talented individuals among the Blood Blessed.

The average Blood Blessed could only accept one golden dust, but some could hold two, or more. Young Po held five, but Rowan was surprised when the greatest amount of golden dust absorbed was not by Young Po, but by an unborn child, a baby boy that should be born three months from now, he alone absorbed nine of the golden dust.

Rowan looked in interest at this boy, the present mortal body he wore had been taken to the limits of this world, but if Rowan was to be in the shoes of an average Blood Blessed with this body, then he would have been only able to receive seven or at most eight golden dust, yet this baby had taken nine.

It was a thing of beauty to witness some of the miracles of creation, Rowan smiled in his heart, he could not wait to see what this child could become in the future. The branch of his Ouroboros Bloodline had no central figure for them to align themselves, although the Lady of Shadow stood as the leader of all his children, it was undoubtedly known that she stood for the Angels, under the bloodline of Sheol, Maeve stood for the Eldar bloodline, which was his Tree of Desire and no one stood for his Ouroboros Bloodline.

With every Blood Blessed on the continent appearing to be dead but under intense transformation that would see Rowan rise as a strange new Ascendant, he sighed and dug into himself to discover what had changed with the addition of the third part of his consciousness, knowing he would only have one left to assimilate before he could awaken.

The first thing that immediately leaped out to him was the strength of his soul, but he was not too surprised, he had inferred that every part of his name seemed to carry several intangible benefits.

If his soul was a flickering candle flame before, now it was a blazing bonfire that could torch an entire world. It blazed with such great strength that it was even affecting the outside world as Rowan's surroundings began to warp as if under great heat.