The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1253

Chapter 1253: Yet, Here I Am

The mound of Soul Origin orbs kept growing near his feet, rapidly surpassing a hundred million, and this was just the start. Rowan had covered the intensive emanations that should be pouring out from these orbs at this time because he wanted to create more of an impact, and for that, he needed more Soul Origin Orbs.

Rowan's senses although dull were still terrifyingly sharp, his ear twitched and he sighed, he knew that after he removed the Tower of Greed from this dimension, this annoying creature might find him, after all this time, he was still a bit puzzled how she was able to keep up with him when he was not only traveling through space, but time as well, perhaps he should test her talents,

"So is this your final destination, Ancient one? Why am I not surprised, you always pick the best places to visit."

The childish voice of a girl spoke beside him and Rowan did not have to look to notice that a tiny sprite had appeared by his head, relative to his size she was smaller than dust, yet her presence and energy made her feel like she was a blooming star. Her body was vibrating, her big eyes darting everywhere as she was taking everything in like a sponge.

If a flower merged with a bumblebee was to ever be given life then it would take the shape of this sprite. Surely there had never been anyone in existence that was so... exuberant, her energy putting those of Lost to shame.

A three-foot girlish figure packed with endless energy, its yellow and green robes that seemed to be weaved from starlight and grass flared behind her as the winds that blew around them due to the vanishing dimension were whistling past.

On her back were multiple pairs of wings that suspiciously resembled those of angels, but Rowan did not know why he never wanted to investigate the origin of those wings, but that would be a lie, wouldn't it? What was the truth that he was running away from?

As if taking his mind off this matter, he looked at the waving dress that after all this time was still brimming with energy. Rowan recognized this dress, for he had made it for her, an act of kindness that was coming to haunt him.

He had come across this sprite in the nothingness, she had been imprisoned for an unknown amount of years by a race of spider-like creatures who had been exploiting her gift and treating her as a food source because of her immense vitality that could allow her to heal from nearly any injury.

Rowan at first did not want to make a move, reality was filled with countless tales like this one. The plight of the weak was nothing new, but then something drew him back, perhaps it was because she reminded him of Maeve his maid when he was a child and a similar sprite had followed him around, or maybe it was because, in all this time, the little sprite had not hated her captors. Her eyes, after all these years, still held a strength that was unbelievable.

The nothingness was not empty. Filled with alien life that had been rejected from reality, it was a space filled with chaos and slaughter, and the race that had taken control of the sprite was not really a strong one, since they had a rapid reproductive rate, it was hard to feed their young. Fate had given them a means of survival because of their quick reproduction, but with the exploitation of this sprite, they broke past this limitation as food was no longer a concern.

This sprite had suffered harshly under their hands, but because of the fact that she saw that her presence led to fewer infants of the race dying, she accepted her fate with grace and did not struggle despite the hellish fate she was placed in for an uncountable number of years.

The truth was that at first, she was the one who offered the last dying members of this race her flesh to survive not long after she was born, but when they noticed her healing powers, she was captured and her fate became one that was filled with pain.