The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1119

Chapter 1119: Assessing Wills

Connecting with Andar in the unknown memories he had seen of the end of the universe had shown him a peculiar vision of himself that Andar had glimpsed when he saw Rowan's memory of the Chained god back in the Black Tower.

Rowan in his vision was an utterly alien entity whose inner workings could not be described, and he knew what Andar had seen was a small peek of his Consciousness Pillars. Rowan could be considered to be a machine that was so perfect it could imitate all forms of life to the extent that for brief moments, even he could forget that he lacked a soul.

Jerediah was a prime example, although his case was different from Rowan it was also quite similar, but unlike Rowan, he was not a Creator, he had nothing to balance the void in his heart, and that drove him to a state where insanity would have been a mercy.

Rowan had expressed the instabilities in his psyche in other ways, for one, one glaring manner was through the way he battled.

He had extremely powerful abilities, but unless absolutely necessary he rarely used them. Take for instance his wealth of spells as a Creator of Angels. In his head was likely one of the greatest deposits of spells, and with Knowledge Well, he should be able to easily tweak those spells along countless unique pathways, but he never bothered doing any of that.

It could be argued that the power that Rowan could access as a Spell Caster was a thousand times greater than any he could unleash using his fists, and they were infinitely more versatile.

He usually entered any combat scenario using his fist, a bladed or blunt weapon, and his Eruption ability that would make him hit harder as time went on.

It was a unique ability to be sure, but this was far from his total potential, it was not even scratching the surface of what he could accomplish if he placed his mind to it, yet with his soulless nature, the battle was enjoyable in the sense that it could bring him to the brink, but he did not see the beauty behind it.

He had once been riveted when he saw an entire field of butterflies and his painting, something that was an intrinsic part of him, had been a window into his soul, but he had lost all of that and became a well-tuned machine, whose emotions were only great simulations that it was impossible to tell the real from the fake.

Rowan did not want to think if what he felt for his mother or his children was not real, and if he had ever cared for anything beyond his purpose to see what lies at the center of everything. Such thoughts were a slippery slope he did not want to explore too deeply at this time, it would not aid him in the battle to come, instead, he was better off analyzing his combat situation.

Eruption for a long time was simply the most effective way he could kill his enemies as quickly as possible while being able to maintain a thrill in battle. This was not much of a handicap to Rowan because of how ungodly powerful Eruption was, enough that even without using a bulk of his abilities, he was able to crush everything.