The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1222

Chapter 1222: Beacon Of Hope

Rowan placed the pieces of Time away as he muttered, "Keep your pride for you don't understand the meaning of the word. Nothing of your nature is worthwhile."

The Eye of Time chuckled, "You wield Aetherium, but it is not yours but from this realm, to do such a thing without a medium should be poison, but somehow you can wield it without any drawbacks. I should not be amazed after all this time with you, but I am."

Rowan's body jerked forward and he looked down to see a tentacle had somehow impaled him from the back, pain and a weird chill filled his soul, and with a growl of anger his body fuzzed at the edges and he vanished, reappearing at another spot and he fell to one of his knees.

From his chest spewed an enormous volume of Ascendant energy and he tried to weave shut the hole in his body,

"That ability of yours to predict danger is rather impressive, but I have seen the likes before, and to deceive it is rather simple if you know..." _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Rowan felt no danger, but he had fought long enough to know that staying in a single position in a battle of this nature was death, and that paid off as several tentacles emerging from the chaos missed him, but he was not fast enough and several tears sliced through his Ascendant body, and he loosed an arm during several tense few moments where he should not have survived but he clawed his way out of.

The Eye of Time knowing its advantage did not hold back, it tore through several of Rowan's attempts to retaliate, not giving him the chance to heal his wounds and at that moment, Rowan's body glowed as brightly as a blue sun as the Ascendant Aura he contained poured out in ever-increasing volumes that soon caught up to his natural rate of regeneration and surpassed it.

It was inevitable that he would stumble, his Ascendant body had taken too much damage too quickly, and coupled with the fact that it took nearly all his attention to understand the reality around him. A swipe from a tentacle nearly tore him in two, and another took out both of his legs from the knee, before he could reorient himself, dozens of thin tentacles like spears pierced through his body and he was hoisted up like an animal on a spit.

Weakness clouded his vision and he struggled to push himself away from the tentacles but he could not, his strength was failing, and with an explosion that rippled through this strange dimension, the last of his Ascendant Aura faded away and his body felt incredibly heavy as if was nothing but a hunk of metal.

Something hissed against his senses like a snake and he weakly turned his head to the side as a particularly thin tentacle sailed through the chaos and before he could anticipate what was coming, it surged forward and pierced through his left eye.

A cold will begin to brush against his mind and Rowan began to place defense after defense that we're easily torn through,

"You have done the impossible child," the body of the Eye of Time emerged from the chaos and stopped a few feet from Rowan, "It is time to stop fighting and accept the inevitable. You should know that no matter how hard you try, you cannot win this fight."

Rowan shuddered with the intense violation tearing through his soul but he still smiled when he saw the state of the Eye of Time. The body of the Third Prince it wore was still whole, and the phantom of the Primordial did not even have a scratch on it, but the Eye of Time itself was now cracked.