The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1213

Chapter 1213: No Lack Of Ambition

Devouring Souls should be the wrong word, instead, the word he should have used was, respite.

The Souls of the realm come to him to find rest. The voiceless multitude who did not know the weight they carried had finally found a home.

When he was a Soul Seizer or a Soul Reaver, then he was indeed consuming Souls, but after gaining the bloodline of Sheol and giving birth to the Will of Souls, thereby acquiring the Gates of Purgatory and Ambrosia as his Aether, which all led to him having the ability to house Soul Origin, he no longer devoured souls, instead as a means of payment, souls come into his domain for rest and they give him the energy they had gathered throughout their lives.

It was a symbiotic exchange and no longer a parasitic one. In much of Rowan's dimension, he had made it into heaven, and while strength was easy to acquire under the potent laws and bloodlines contained in his dimension, there were still options for peace that were virtually nonexistent in most of reality.

This was clear when even a Berserker Clone, a being created for endless battle could be able to be a chef on one of the numerous worlds he held

Sheol was the answer to the rot that had pervaded this realm for long. It would give the souls rest, wipe their memories of the pain and the endless scars that they had accumulated, and by his grace, they would be reincarnated in his dimension.

A part of him, the new portion of his soul that had just been born was excited by this prospect. The memory of what he had seen of this realm was an abomination, and he knew that if the Primordial of Soul was free to roam reality, a world like Doom Star would not exist.

It was a shame that not all the souls entering his dimension would leave their Origin behind and many would return to this realm to wait for another round of suffering.

Until this moment he had not yet understood everything about Soul Origin or how Sheol captures the., but he knew that if the mortals were to live inside his dimension, then if they perished, their soul origin would come to him, the same way that every mortal in his dimension gave him their soul origin at their death, and so Rowan would try as much as possible to gather all the mortals of the realm into his care as quickly as possible because he was running out of time.

His Ascendant body could last for six months before it was gone, and five of those months had passed, after the sixth, his presence would blare out to the world like a torch in the darkness.

He may be gathering souls and the mortals without any contest, but to the world, every Ascendant was part of itself and no matter what they took from it, everything would return to its coffers at the end.

Rowan was like a massive leech on the jugular of this realm and his Ascendant body made it appear like a necklace adorning its neck, after this month had passed, the realm seeing his true nature would crush him to pieces, but Rowan was not a mere leech, and if he was, then he was filled with thorns.

He chose to remain in place despite how little time he had because he knew that this was the best method to play his hand, in fact, he would have remained here and waited until the last moment and collected as many of the souls of the realm as he could have but something was forcing his hand, and it was the Eye of Time.

Rowan did not know how that creature had been able to do it, but it had detected the last of Rowan's body and it was heading for it with chilling speed, pursuing it was a furious Ascendant Sun that was tearing the world apart to its core as he pursued the Time Blight.

With every passing day, the Eye of Time came closer to the final portions of Rowan's body and he was observing it till the last moment when he had to make a move and trigger the end of everything.

The vortex before him shuddered and his voice emerged from within, timeless and unreasonably powerful, and filled with apathy. This was the voice of a supreme being,