The Primordial Record novel Chapter 939

Chapter 939 Mantle Of Prime

If Rowan was here he would be shaken, the first person who had just spoken was someone he recognized and was one of the reasons he had headed towards the land of miracles in the first place. His mother, Elura. Since learning of the famed power behind her and the many subtle manipulations she had made behind the scenes to ensure his survival, he craved answers. Surely if there was to ever be a place that could be considered sacred, it must be beside his mother. But he knew that reality could impose harsh lessons on the ignorant and the meek, one thing Rowan vowed not to be.

Elura's present appearance was similar to her previous self when Rowan met her, and he would recognize her with a single glance, but she had changed in certain subtle and dramatic ways. If the aura from her was previously like a fading smoke, now it was a bright moon. Her long green hair that reached her feet was filled with vitality, and hundreds of green stars rotated around her head like a crown.

Inside those green stars floating around her head were tiny sitting figures, and if one's perception were to scrutinize those figures closely, they would discover that all of them were clones of Elura.

Some of the clones appeared faded, some were asleep, some were awake with watchful eyes, and some were dead. It was only when you came this close that you could feel the true scale of Elura's power, amazingly, she was a Will Holder with powers that were far greater than the Fourth Dimension, but she had wrapped that power so closely around herself it would be difficult to detect it at all.

"Drinking? Yes, but when I was his age, I appreciated treasures more and was more shrewd with my resources. Do you realize how wasteful your son has turned out to be? How much of your resources did you pour into his emergence."

The man she called father was a lesson in contradiction, standing almost ten feet tall with white hair and a beard that reached his waist, his face was lined with the signs of great age, and his eyes that were entirely white seemed like those of an old man that had gone blind, but his body would even put those of Rowan to shame, it was incredibly muscular, his muscles brimming with vitality, and even under his threadbare robes, it was still noticeable.

The Eldar were a race that had a close resemblance to the Elves in Rowan's memories, but there was nothing Elfin about this man, he was more of a Demon than an Eldar.

"You have my report father, I took a gamble with one of my shades and it paid off spectacularly."

"Your carefully edited report… You still hide yourself, even from your own father, and your secretive nature has been impacted onto the boy. Look at him! He dithers and makes concessions like a Devil."

"He makes the best decision with the resources he has. I see nothing wrong with his actions, or do you want him to brashly reveal himself to all, and be cut down by our enemies as they know our Sanctified bloodline has finally gained an heir?"

"I would rather he be cut down, perhaps dying would build up his spine, I can easily fish his soul from the sisters, no matter how weird the Aura emerging from his soul is appearing to me."