The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1605

Chapter 1605: Unraveling The Soul

Primordial Memory was silent, and only the booming sound of the Archon’s footsteps could be heard as it approached Rowan and then stopped.

Halting at this position was not a fluke. Primordial Memory had watched Rowan battle, and he knew that within a certain distance, Rowan’s blade would always hit. The child had refined combat to an extreme level, reaching a position where he could slice apart laws.

If this was what he was capable of as a broken mortal who had barely glimpsed the true nature of Fate and thoroughly mastered it, how much more dangerous would he become if he reached the dimension of Destiny?

Rowan whispered; he could not waste any energy, not even to scream.

"If you don’t come to me, I shall come to you."

Primordial Memory chuckled, "My Gilded Maw, do you think this was all there was to it? What is happening to you is the First Spike: The Fracture, meant to break your flesh, or did you think I forgot your soul, Rowan?"

Rowan sighed, "I did not think you did, but do your worst, if I survive it, then nothing would stop me from killing you and all of your kind."

Primordial Memory said no more, his voice transformed as he reached across the dimensions and activated the corruption hidden inside Rowan.

"Second Spike, The Unwriting."

Rowan would not stay still and allow Primordial Memory to continue with his attacks without any sort of retaliation. He charged, his battered form cutting across space and time, and he perceived the Archon beginning to move, also in attack.

In Rowan’s battle perception, the Archon was a figure bristling with extreme destructive potential that had been segmented into various pieces. It was unlike Apollyon, which he held, where everything was focused on a single point.

Rowan did not think it made Archon weaker than Apollyon. They were both Destroyers, but Archon was made to be more nuanced in its operation, having the subtlety of a scalpel and the strength of a hammer if needed.

In Rowan’s senses, the Archon was a singular entity of destruction, but when it charged, he sensed the power it contained beginning to split.

The Archon resembled a man clad in armor. Every part of it was made from celestial alloys and primordial runes, making it virtually indestructible. Rowan could sense how power was split between all the Archon’s limbs and also between its head, chest, and back.

Taking a single step, the Archon covered the distance that separated them, and Rowan could feel an impossible heat radiating from it. Previously, this would do nothing but tickle harmlessly against his skin, but in his present state, Rowan’s skin caught flame.

But what did the pain from Celestial fire mean to him who had bathed in the first fires of creation?

Rowan barely had a moment to recognize where the threat from the Archon would emerge when its Singularity Cannon on its right arm whined to life. A vortex of blackened light swirled in its palm before erupting in a beam that devoured reality itself.

Apollyon in the hands of Rowan roared, and it moved alongside Rowan’s attacking motion, boosting his swing faster than his broken body could move, as a red wave of pure destruction blasted out of the blade in a crescent arc.

The collision split this reality in two, birthing a new abyss where time and space frayed into nothingness. Rowan was able to glimpse a golden mesh that had appeared within the space of Bahamut Dimension.

This should be the cage that had been created to block his Origin Ouroboros from reaching him, and from the brief thrum of power he could feel running through the mesh, it would take too much energy than he had available to him to tear his way through this mesh, and the Archon would not stand aside as he did that.

Putting all of these distracting thoughts aside, he focused on the battle. He was too weak to think about anything but the struggle in front of him.

The heavy injuries across reality zipped shut, and Rowan borrowed the momentum of the shrinking space and blinked across existence, appearing behind the Archon.

A weird look came across the face of Primordial Memory, in his eyes was caution and maybe a hint of fear, but on his mouth was a sneer because he knew he had completed the second form of the Gilded Maw—The Unwriting.

With the pronouncement from Primordial Memory, these spikes underwent a second transformation. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

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