The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1149

Chapter 1149: Dawn (2)

Lost could at any time request specific portions of Rowan's memory and it would be delivered to him; this process was fairly automatic because he was still part of Rowan's mental space.

He did not like retrieving memories from Rowan's mind because it was usually packed with excessive information. Rowan did not receive inputs from his surroundings from a singular source, instead, it was from a myriad of sources, and a single second of his memory was jam- packed with so much information that if it was to be written in a book, it would fill up a million thousand paged book.

Lost experienced the battle against Storm Hammer from a hundred thousand eyes, felt the heartbeats of the crowd, their thoughts, their emotions, felt every single cell in their bodies all throbbing in desire and exhilaration... He felt the surroundings, every single molecule in the air, the way the static charge from Storm Hammer's presence excited the air, he felt and saw the color of Time, and he knew how they could survive.

"This is madness," he whispered, "When did the power of Rowan evolve to this extent? What have I missed?"

It was a tantalizing thought to dig into the mind of the Creator to unearth all these secrets, but he knew that was simply a suicidal thought. He was better off observing what came next.

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The order when it went out was met with no disagreement, billions of Blood Blessed began to move, from afar they appeared like ants, tucked underneath their arms was a familiar pouch that could hold many times its weight and size, within it was as many creation grass as they could hold.

More than three billion people marched in order, and they separated into hundred distinct groups. At the head of the group were a million Elders, chosen not only because of age alone but their command over certain aspects, be it combat or creation.

It was not long after the Blood Blessed reached this city that they determined that the position of Elder could not be given alone to the older generation, but to the most outstanding among them, because it would be difficult to lead all these people with the number of available Elders.

Like the arms of a massive octopus, the hundred groups began to circle around the Ascension Spear, each Blood Blessed following the one in front of them in an eerie synchronized motion that made it seem as if they were all a single organism.

The Elders in the front stretched out their hand, and pieces of creation grass flew out of their pouch and a stair of golden light was created. The stair was more like an escalator, and after stepping foot onto it, the staircase began moving upwards, with more stairs being duplicated below for a new batch of Blood Blessed to step on, and the million Elders at the front rapidly creating more staircases ahead.

In a short while hundreds of millions of people were on a moving staircase that snaked towards the sky of their city, and when the Elders at the front reached the area where the seven golden suns were, they bowed towards it and continued pushing upwards.