The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1513

Soul energy was indispensable when he used this map because he needed to simulate battling with these Primordial forces, and he had no way of expressing their powers unless he had a source of energy that could become anything.

Only with this power would anything he was doing here be accurate, of course with his powerful mind he could simulate the effects of these Primordial powers well enough, but there would always be a margin of error no matter how minute, and when this tiny error was placed in a battlefield that spans countless dimensions, even a tiny error would transform into something apocalyptic, soul energy made sure he was accurate, one hundred percent of the time.

Rowan was not too concerned with the technicalities of the powers being displayed here, especially by his enemies, although they were precise, it did not mean that it would serve him well if he was to copy it, the whole purpose of this map was to find weaknesses, not more weapons or spells.

A new round of battle began as another day passed in Reality and Rowan sat back after thirty million years.

He remained in place for almost a thousand years, not moving as vast streams of information flowed through his mind until it subsided after a while, and Rowan had the sudden urge to throw up.

This was not a physical reaction, just something that came from a soul that had been dragged through an experience that it was never made to feel. As alarming as this sensation was, especially for a being like him, Rowan also found it fascinating that his soul was being taken to the limits like this because for him, pain represented growth, and his growth for the last fifty million years put together had been unceasing.

Thirty million years of scheming and hidden battles on countless dimensions and Rowan had still lost again, after the first thousand years of battle, he saw defeat on the horizon but he still pushed on till the end. An end that he extended for thirty million years.

His defeat had been a bit longer unlike his last sojourn, ten million years longer, but it had always seemed inevitable.

He had weakened the forces of the Primordials, taken them to a point that had exceeded what he had previously achieved, and then something had changed, and before he could adjust his plans to take advantage of these changes, he was crushed.

He had to watch trillions of his children die, his plans shattered and his Will laid to dust, so Rowan closed his eyes for a thousand years to process this battle, and when the hurt began to fade, he drew back the soul energy that was spent and Rowan plunged back into the map as he adjusted his plans once again.

This time he was not going to be subtle, he was going to be loud. He had gathered enough information about the description of the forces of the Primordials and Rowan wanted to see what he could do with all that he had to put into play.

It did not surprise him that this battle did not last for long. Barely four million years had passed and he had exhausted all of his powers, and a single golden light stood at the center of Reality for a long time, battling against foes far past when it should have been able to, but he still fell at the end.

Rowan sighed as he closed his eyes and stood up, the map and the Arcane arms were humming, their refinement had reached a critical junction and they needed time to digest the gains of that battle. He did not hurry to retrieve the soul energy inside the map, leaving this treasure to consume as much as it could. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

He believed that he had gotten what he wanted from the map at this time, and his path forward could not be any more clear.

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