The Primordial Record novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422 Living Without A Soul

Rowan could understand all these emotions at a glance because he was feeling the same way too, disconnected from the person who knew him the most. When the tension between them was thick enough to cut through with a knife. He suddenly grinned and created the connection once more.

He linked Eva back to his Knowledge Well, Astrolabe, and Hollow Forge, and he gave her authority to control his Territory, the Primordial Sea of Darkness.

Her eyes widened and her hair flared up, as waves after waves of endless power filled her mortal flesh once more transforming her into the realm of Divinity.

Black Shadows poured from her skin like ink and yet her deep black eyes could be detected inside that Shadow. Eva looked at him in joy and happiness and he nodded at her.

Even though she was Mortal she was still a part of him, and doing away with her would be like losing a limb. Rowan had deliberately waited for her to wake up and see her mortal form so he could give her a choice, plus it was a bonus to see this fragile side of Eva, she had never displayed such a range of emotions before.

Nevertheless, he had wished to give her a choice he never had. Even if she chooses to live the life of a mortal, he would protect her for as long as she wanted to live, any form of war or disaster would be shielded from her and he would never go against her interest.

In the life of battle he had ahead of him, he could only drag everyone and everything alongside him, his every movement causing countless disturbances to the reality of countless people all around him.

Just seeding 140 worlds had placed the lives of hundreds of billions in his palm, he was an undeniable force that would drag everything alongside him. If he would give anyone the option to leave his service, it would be Eva.

Eva understood all that, and she was happy he would make this choice for her. But she was not a mortal and she had never been, the mercy that Rowan wanted to afford her would be a curse, and it would break her spirit.

She was made for war, for long battles spanning endless millennia, for commanding billions of angels on a billion battle fronts, for directing an Empire that stretched throughout the universe.

The Memories of her past lives were slowly resurfacing, and everything she had remembered was War, endless wars on a million fields. If Rowan was going to survive, then he would need her assistance.

The life of a mortal was a curse that would kill her in a single day.

Yes, she appreciated his mercy, but she would rather die screaming on the field of battle than spend a million years living as a mortal.

Eva pierced into Rowan Forehead in her shadow form and hovered above the Primordial Sea with her eyes closed as she digested all the information and changes that Rowan had just shared with her.