The Primordial Record novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Memories of The Fallen (final)

If not for the overwhelming sinister nature of this world, this place would be a great place to relax, there were no howling Abominations and wailing mothers, no weeping children and sounds of weapons tearing through flesh…

Only the bloody waves breaking over the shore, and his soul points increasing at every turn.

He felt a wave of tiredness over his soul. It has been a tough couple of days, hasn't it?

At this time, he had spent only ten minutes in this world, and he had gathered a thousand points of souls, seeing that his path to Legendary and even beyond opening up for him, his mind went still, and his three hearts became calm.

He allowed himself to fall into a state of near slumber, and he awoke every ten minutes to check his soul point growth.

When he gathered 3000 points, he finally breathes easier, and went into a state of semi slumber once more, when he gathered 7000 soul points, his excitement was even not that much, it seemed like it was a normal state of affair.

When he gathered 10,000 soul points, he was nearly asleep, until he had an intense pain inside his hearts. His consciousness seized, and like an electric jolt through his system he pushed his sight inward, and he came to a painful realization that he was dying.

Rowan had made a fundamental mistake. When he saw his lifespan, he had judged he may still have a little time left, Surely he must have had a few weeks or months left to gather powers and take care of his affairs, but he was very wrong, he had been at the final moments of his life.

When a mortal was at the edge of death, they could burn their vitality and push through the obstacles in their way. Seemingly achieving great feats of strength and living far past their due time… If only for a moment.

Rowan was wrong… The Primordial Keepers did not make a mistake when they attempted to kill him and failed… No, they succeeded, for he was already dead, and he had no lifespan left.

His Record did not show him an exact number of days or weeks left because there was none, at that moment when Maeve had found him with a knife sticking through his eyes and into his brain, he had exhausted all his lifespan.

What kept him on his last breath for so long was two things, his stubborn spirit and his inexhaustible vitality, his soul had only the barest wisp left, yet as he evolved the Ouroboros bloodline his vitality increased to a ridiculous amount, and that was what fanned the flames of that last dying wisp.

He had so many problems on his mind, he had been torn in different directions, trying to understand, to fight his way out of this hell he woke up into, he had never relaxed for a single moment.

But everything had an end, his growing soul point finally made him relax his spirit, and that last tenuous grasp on his soul slipped from his aching grasp.

Like all selfless individuals, the soul of the prince had influenced Rowan far more than he knew, for instead of pursuing his survival at any cost, he placed the needs of the many over his own.

The pain in his hearts increased as the snakes were going crazy inside him, they were a part of him, that in his mortal state he could not yet grasp.

His hands seized his chest, and with his last, will he attempted to push his soul point into Ouroboros, but he was so exhausted… He screamed and fought for his mind to move, as heavy darkness began to encroach over his sight…

Move, damn*it… MOVE!!! I have everything I need to live, and I can't fail at the edge of winning, please… Not like this.

Not… Like… This…

His hands collapsed by his side, and his breath ended, his soul slipped away from his body, and it began to ascend.

Overhead, the skies of this world that had never seen the light of the sun changed.

For the Soul of an Empyrean was dying. The surrounding bones began to tremble and overhead the skies parted and a Great Eye, that seemed to contain all the darkness of the void, opened.

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦… 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩-𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘕𝘰, 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥… 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴…

𝘉𝘶𝘵…

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨!

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦… 𝘋𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯… 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘷𝘦… 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

His body was before him, but at the speed he was moving towards it, he would inevitably fail.

But that did not make him to stop his advancement, the wisp of his soul made that golden light It's everything… His focus was total, and if he were to slip into death, his eyes would remain permanently fixed ahead of him, nothing would hold him back… Not death, least of all despair.

If I am to die. It would be on my feet, striving for life. Let it not be said I failed my promise, while on my knees.

He remembered crawling through the darkness in the mines, bones broken and his mind on the verge of shattering. He remembered it like it was yesterday, at that time his soul was far weaker than it was now.

Yet he did not break.

He remembered the madness of the Spatial corridor, where he held himself on the verge of madness for what seem like an eternity. His stubbornness to never give in to despair has always been his one character trait he had never let go off.

After all, no one else, would ever walk in his shoes, he was the master of his fate. He alone understood what he went through, for empathy only goes so far.

His soul was getting weaker, the enhancement of his Jaws of Dagon was weakening, for even as it held it soul over his body, a horrifying suction force was trying to pull that wisp away.

At the last of his strength, he felt a growing warmth flowing inside his soul, it began as a trickle, and it slowly grew to become a flood that covered the wisp of his soul.

It was like music that would make you cry.

It was like being wrapped in a hot blanket after braving a storm, it was a lover's laughter, it was a mother's warm embrace, a father's smile that shows his pride in you, it was everything a mortal could experience, both good and bad. It was everything a person was and could be, and it was given freely to him.

It was the soul of his people he had kept inside the Jaws of Dagon, they came around him, and they poured their strength into his dying wisp.

Rowan's soul was like a gray smoke, while their souls were like a shining lamp, and as they gave him their everything, they began to vanish. For even in his weakened state, his soul quality surpassed them all.

Rowan tried to stop them… Tried to say that it was not worth it… He was the Empyrean, he was the one who was supposed to save them.

But a harsh slap resounded inside his soul, and he paused… Stunned.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳."