The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1607

Chapter 1607: Drown Out The Heavens

Rowan did not know if he was dead or still clinging to life. He could not feel anything; his only senses were covered by this endless whiteness, and perhaps it was because of the stark nature of his senses at this time that made him reflect on these recent events.

He had tried to overestimate the abilities of the Primordials, but he had still fallen short, and now that he was on the verge of true death, Rowan was annoyed that his final moments were being crowded by this white light. If this place was death, then he rejected it.

"Break!"

A resounding crack that shattered the stillness followed Rowan’s proclamation, and his single eye flew open. He discovered the broken body of the Archon in the distance, and on one knee was Primordial Memory with a terrible wound that radiated from his shoulder down to his waist, nearly cutting the Primordial in two.

The Archon had lost both of its legs and its right arm. Half of its head had been cleaved away, and on its chest was Apollyon, buried to the hilt. All of the energy of the Archon was focused on suppressing the destructive influence of this blade, and at the moment, the clear winner had not been revealed, but with the broken state of the Archon, it was only a matter of time before this Destroyer would perish.

Rowan was not aware of the attacks he had made that could have grievously injured this Primordial. It would seem that even when his consciousness had scattered, his body did not stop fighting.

His awakening must have been detected by Primordial Memory, who looked at Rowan, and in his eyes, now Rowan could see great unease that was incredibly close to fear.

Primordial Memory groaned and began struggling to his feet, "Why are you not dead?"

Rowan did not deem it wise to answer that question when he did not know all the answers. He only knew he would not fall before this Primordial was dead and all his works were shattered.

He took a step, then another. At first, his gait was shaky, but then it steadied, and soon, he was jogging before he began to run.

Primordial Memory panicked. He harshly gestured to the Archon, "Stop him!"

The Archon responded, dragging itself with its only arm to shield Primordial Memory, who had begun to flee into the distance. Whatever wound that Rowan unleashes with his blade could not be healed, and that made Primordial Memory wary.

He was not a warrior or particularly skilled in expressing himself in the physical dimension. If his Throne were destroyed here, it would take him a long time to train up another Adjudicator that was equal to this one.

Time was meaningless to Primordial Memory, but this loss would mean he had to give more of his share of the prize of Primordial Light.

It was a gamble to challenge Rowan by himself instead of leaving it to Light or Demon, but Primordial Memory had believed that all of his preparation was enough, but who would have ever expected that the child would gain a Fate Origin and possess such potent powers over the laws that was nearing the level of a Primordial even at the seventh dimensional level.

This did not even factor in his heretical tenacity, which kept him alive far longer than any being should have.

Gilded Maw had destroyed everything inside of Rowan. His Essence, Soul, Memory, Time, Space, and all his laws. His Fate was harder to destroy, but that could be slowly consumed in time.

And yet, he was still alive!

"There must be a limit. I have to outlive him for a few moments before he dies. What treasure would I be able to create with his corpse? With it, would I need to remain in this broken Reality? Let them fight for the remnants of Eosah; the true treasure is here all along."

Primordial Memory had already traveled through many broken dimensions when a premonition of danger entered his mind, and a burning sensation filled his chest, so strong that it overrode the pain of his missing arm and the slash that had nearly torn him in two.

Looking down at his chest, he saw a hand protruding out of it, holding the Archon’s Reality Core.

All the information about the creation and purpose of the Reality Core brushed through his consciousness, and he saw the hand of Rowan beginning to squeeze this miracle, and the eyes of Primordial Memory widened in shock and horror.

"Rowan, don’t, we can talk about..."

The Reality Core cracked, and Primordial Memory knew that it was already too late. The light of the Core was guttering like a candle in the Abyss, but Primordial Memory knew that this was just the beginning of the end.

He felt the body of Rowan rest against his back, there was hardly any weight to be felt, and when Rowan head came to rest on the shoulder of Primordial Memory, he saw that the body of this abomination was more smoke than substance, everything about him had been erased, and yet he remained.

Rowan whispered in the ear of the shocked Primordial, a single word

There was silence for a while, and then the darkness pulsed. freewёbnoνel-com

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