The Primordial Record novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Dawn of Battle (2)

Walking behind the captain, Rowan tried to ignore the screaming that he now heard constantly from the strings inside his body. He briefly wondered how it was possible that he could have been deaf to the commotion from these strings all these while.

Occasionally, around him, a small mouth filled with needle sharp teeth would appear and seemed to take a bite out of the air, and promptly disappear.

Rowan discovered the snakes could shrink until they were as small as a single thread, knowing this, he let them out, so they could hunt the flying eyes inside the mansion.

The captain must have sensed something, for he looked back and around him.

"Is everything all right, Captain Titus, you appear nervous."

"Nothing… My lord, it must be the strain of the last few days on my mind."

"I understand, it has not been an easy period for us all, but I promise you, that together we will free ourselves of this nightmare."

They proceeded towards the back of the manor, and the captain opened the door in front, where a group of people gathered, and they appeared distraught, they were mostly men, and a few women, who held swords and shields, with a few crossbows held by four of the women.

The rest of the women and children were kept in the expansive cellar underneath the manor, where the staff and the remaining survivors were. Certain hushed whispers went on between the people.

The moment Rowan entered the room, everyone went silent, as they all felt a certain pressure inside their chest. Rowan had never learned any skill to hide his Aura, and his presence was becoming difficult for mortals to bear, for it was beginning to carry a formless weight.

Rowan felt it was doubtful if any disguise skill would ever do him good, for he had two Omnipotent bloodlines, and he was becoming strong, he was a young chick that had now begun learning to fly, and as an Empyrean, he was destined to walk across stars, the earth could not contain his steps for long.

Although unaware of it, that knowledge touched the heart of every person in this room, and Rowan's eyes widened slightly for he could see the changes in everybody in the room, he saw the quivering in their bodies, the way their pupils dilated, their hearts beating out of rhythm, and the increasing frequency of their breathing.

He had felt that way once before in his previous life, it was when he climbed to the top of a mountain, and he had seen all the lands stretched far into the horizon. He had felt, so small.

Although he had felt the same feeling countless times over since he came to this world, he did not expect that feeling to be directed towards him, and for an instant, he felt a bit of shame.

There might be some bad eggs, among some of them, but for most of them, this was not how he wanted them to view him, as if he was a sort of god, or a messiah, he was aware of the reverence given to Nobles in this world, and he wanted none of it, for he did not feel that he deserved any of it.

The only reason he was alive, right now, was the result of the sacrifices of their kin. He looked around and through the souls that gave him their light, he saw their loved ones reflected through it.

Rowan paused, and he began calling them by name, "Bjorvir, Baloll, Maramyr, Genmir, Vigoll, Steikmar, Varaval, Raunir, Hronarr, Hrokul, Birrin, Dalrin, Dormilla, Hilly, Dordis, Declara, Norie, Brisha, Darny, Kriya, Srerma… You have done well."

Names are important, as one of the few things people consider as something truly of their own, it gives them a sense of identity beyond what most material possessions can ever give. In this world, to some people, their names are the most precious of possessions.

Rowan saw them perk up, the familiarity of their names being mentioned by him, broke a barrier that would have built between them if he had let it continue.