The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1610

Chapter 1610: Become The Spark

Primordial Light gasped as her hands grew too weak to hold onto Rowan. She dropped to her knees, Apollyon feeding gleefully on her light. With a sudden burst of power and light, a massive hole was blown out of her back. "How?!"

Rowan grunted and pulled out his blade and drove it into the neck of Primordial Light, and because his blade was quite broad, it cleanly sliced off her head.

The voice of Primordial Light resounded in Rowan’s head, filled with a myriad of emotions, including shock, anger, despair, and loss. She laid a curse on Reality.

"I am the first, and I will be the last. When my fire fades, all will follow."

His blade dropped wordlessly from his hand, and he took the head of Primordial Light, no, Eva, his Lady of Shadows, and he held her to his chest, his head bowed.

Rowan did not know when he dropped to his knees beside the headless body of Eva, he was only dimly aware that there was a terrible silence all over heaven.

A figure slammed in front of Rowan, and a disbelieving cry rang out,

"What did you do? Do you have any idea what you have just unleashed upon creation?!"

Rowan slowly raised his head to see Primordial Memory’s panicked face. Then he looked down at the head he was holding, seeing an orange and white rune fade away. Rowan shuddered as he realized how far Eva had gone to ensure his victory.

’And they say I am the crazy one.’

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At first, Reality did not seem to notice.

The stones, trees, worlds, stars, mortals, gods, titans, demons, Old Ones—all had grown accustomed to the eternal presence of Primordial Light.

It had been the first breath of existence, the unwavering heart of creation. But now, its pulse faltered.

The suns of a billion trillion realms burned cooler. Shadows grew teeth. A slow, creeping silence spread between the threads of Aether and Primordial Essence that was slowly filling up Reality.

The wise—the eldest dragons, the Supreme gods, the forgotten titans—whispered in dread,

"The light is dying."

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Rowan ignored Primordial Memory. The endless avatars he had in the form of the Adjudicator were balanced against the fact that he controlled the weakest Throne. Of course, only Rowan would refer to a Throne of a Promordial as weak.

Ironically, his Destroyer, Apollyon, was on the verge of destruction. It had fed on the blood of multiple Primordials, and without Rowan’s strength to regulate the power pouring inside of it, this weapon had to endure the entire backlash of killing beings that were never meant to die.

What made its injuries worse was the arrangement Eva made in her body before she died. Rowan had not just killed a Throne of Light; if he had, then this battle would have been meaningless.

No, Eva was something more. She was more special than any Throne could ever be because she was a direct manifestation of Light; she was Light’s shadow.

Killing her had crippled Light.

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