The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1140

Chapter 1140: The Price Of Power (2)

Rowan's action inside the infinity bubble paused for the barest of moments before he continued his actions, Lost had just destroyed all the warships in the upper continents and the reverberations had reached him, all the way inside the infinity bubble.

If he wanted he could push part of his consciousness to focus on the ongoing battle, but that slight movement could reveal him to those still actively searching the infinity bubble for his presence.

Rowan could only receive brief flashes of the battle and their thoughts, but it was more than enough for him to track current events while he focused on the task at hand.

From the outside looking in there might not seem as much changes in the number of chains covering Rowan's body, but coming closer would reveal that the top half of Rowan's body was now free, the amount of Will chains now dwelling inside his Destroyer was now astronomical, and it did not appear as if Rowan was swinging a sword but a titanic serpents made from chains.

Every move he made made the entire infinity bubble tremble, and since it was as large as a universe, the scale of this commotion could be imagined, although it destabilized the surroundings well enough, it also served as a homing beacon to those who were discerning and patient, and of those that hunted him, there were many among their numbers with such traits, it was only a matter of time before he was found.

If he was to scale through this hurdle, Rowan would need more of an edge, and the plans he had laid down during his two years of strengthening his soul bore fruit because it was at this moment that the advantages of Rowan pushing the Will Chains into his Destroyer began to show.

Although silent, his Destroyer had a Spirit that was extremely powerful, and it had spoken only once at the moment of its birth before it remained silent forever.

Rowan would never forget those words. The destroyer had said,

"I am your sword my Creator and you are my sheath. Taste my sharpness and marvel at the work of your hand."

Rowan had replied to Apollyon in completion of their bond, _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

"You are my Weapon, and I shall taste your sharpness and that power would be held over the entire universe. You shall be my sword... Everything that is, was, and is to come shall fall before your might."

At the time he created the Destroyer, his vision had been stunted, he had thought the universe was a great enough power, but as he would come to know, he had always underestimated his potential, no matter how much he thought he knew his limits.

This Spirit in the Destroyer was special, and Rowan over the years had been exploring all its complexities, and he was able to determine that he would never understand the full power of this Spirit until he became much more powerful, he had managed to create something ridiculously powerful because of his circumstances and not his knowledge base.

Rowan thought that if this Spirit had a sense of humor, then it would have secretly smiled when Rowan thought holding it over only a single universe was something noteworthy. It must have laughed in amusement at a creator who did not know his limits.