The Primordial Record

He was already eight thousand feet into the ground, and the massive crater they made in the ground was wider than four football stadiums. His all out attack had borne fruit, and he was able to cut off Dorian’s head.

Dorian was still alive, as the vitality of a Dominator at the second circle was tyrannical. Keeping a steady stream of Aether to freeze Dorian, he began tugging at the blade in the hands of Dorian.

His grip on the blade would not loosen, and Rowan directed one of his clones into attacking the hand, the clone began smashing the limb with a great hammer until the hammer broke and then retrieving another heavy weapon and continuing with the action.

The weapons he had inside his bracelet were not powerful enough to truly inflict lasting damage to Dorian. If he continued, he might use weeks to pound him into pieces smaller than a grain of sand or even have to take more drastic actions, for this was what it truly meant to kill a Dominator at the peak of the second circle.

All his weapons in the bracelet would run out in four more hours, this was not a viable plan. Dorian’s blade was the only way forward.

Even with his head cut off, Dorian was aware of his intention, part of the reason he mocked Rowan was his poor choice of weapons, and so his fist held tight to the blade, harder than his body held on to his head. His actions were still futile, Rowan had created a battlefield that suited him, and he was going to win.

He stopped the thrill of victory shooting through his veins, he was going to win this fight, but at this pivotal moment he had to be careful.

In one hour’s time, Rowan crushed his hands to pea sized pieces and seized the reluctant blade.

His Empyrean sense could not penetrate the body of Dorian. Just pushing through his skin with his senses nearly floored him with the vast complexities inside it.

Pushing through the distractions, Rowan lifted the blade, the edge of it was so keen it was making a humming sound as he moved it through the air, and he came to stand before the head of Dorian.

There was no fear in those eyes, only surprise and acceptance from one warrior to another, and beneath that layer, deeper than anyone else could touch was rage and fear, a deep rage that Rowan intended to snuff out. Dominators like these had practiced the act of losing gracefully, but underneath all that false bravado Rowan knew an animal dwelled inside all of them.

Rowan picked the blade with both hands, and set the tip of the blade before the forehead of Rowan, a strong push and the blade parted the skin and began digging through the bones.

The clouds far above him darkened and converged as a massive lightning bolt the size of a pillar, smashed down upon him and Dorian.

"Bastardssss, you killed her!" A loud yell came from the top of the crater, and a man with his hair made of lightning and holding a trident appeared on the ground with a flash of light.

The massive lightning bolt he had slammed into Rowan had pushed him into the side, and he was buried under rubble and for a time, he could not move due to the immense amount of electricity flowing inside him.

His eyesight, however, pierced through the rubble covering him, and he saw the new player inside this place. He was still shining bright with the lightning running all over him, so his features were not visible, but Rowan saw him look at the decapitated body of Dorian before turning to him and sending another blast of lightning at the rubble, melting it into ashes.

Before Rowan could move he threw the trident filled with lightning into Rowans chest, pinning his body to the wall while he walked up to him, the lightning brought a fresh wave of pain that was inconsequential to Rowan, but the debilitating effects of the electric current was making Rowan annoyed, he had just lost his chance in killing Dorian, and he could not move while millions of volts were pumping in his veins, turning his body into ashes, and only his regeneration was keeping him in one piece.

As the man stepped closer, Rowan could see his appearance clearly, and he was Rico, but now he had grown taller and more muscular, his teeth were gritted in anger, and he seized Rowan by the neck while pouring more lightning down Rowan’s spine.

"What did you do? Tell me… Tell meee?!"

If you would stop turning my throat, lungs, and mouth to ashes for a few seconds, I would like your stupid ass to turn around for one second. I’m not your enemy! Rowan thought was filled with anger, and he nearly screamed in frustration as his body could barely keep itself together and the body of Dorian was beginning to twitch.

The blade he was still holding fell down from his nerveless fingers, and then Rico gave a maniacal grin and wrapped both of his hands around the throat of Rowan, "No, there is no need to talk, I will turn you to ash for the crimes you have committed against my family."

The world went white as the lightning from Rico’s hands multiplied, and lightning bolts from the sky began raining on the body of Rowan.

Behind him, the headless body of Dorian stood up while picking up his head.

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Melusine and Lyosos had stopped wearing the glamour covering their bodies, it no longer seemed important, as the decision had been made to leave this planet, and two second circle Dominators from the Royal family would be attended to much quicker than if they were not.

Their long blond hair and lofty constitutions made them stand apart, as they were both eight feet tall.

Also, it helped that the sound of Dorian challenge had swept through the entire continent, and anyone who stayed behind when titans rumbled were at fault for their demise. They both knew that when two elephants fight, only the grass suffers.

They had crossed into the second continent on a shimmering silk scarf that was as wide as a room, behind them were the Six Incarnation State Mercenaries and fifteen Rift State Mercenaries, the rest were dead.

More and more, Melusine thought that this planet was cursed. There were forces on this planet that were slowly revealing itself, and she wanted to be as far from it as possible.

"Hey, before we left, there was a rumor about a super large bounty that was easy to execute but large in remuneration, what we only needed would be luck, and we would strike gold." Lyosos said while rubbing his fingers suggestively.

"You know all about us and luck, why do you think we can gain anything?" Melusine moaned in distress, a brief look of annoyance flashing across her face.

Lyosos groaned, "when you get like this, it’s impossible to talk to you."

"Nothing is impossible about it, you say the wrong things at the wrong time."

"so, I’m the one at fault here?"

"What? No, it’s not you, forgive me my love, I’m just not in a great place mentally."

Lyosos sighed, "I’m sorry too, but I want you to know that no matter what happens, we will be together, my love."

Melusine smiled at him, and the world beneath them cracked open as six gaping holes opened in the earth, and like six opening mouths, they grew bigger.

"What the hell is that?"

A sudden suction that was so vast in scope it shook their flying vessel in the sky swept past, and the holes in the ground began to expand dramatically.

Red clouds began to gather in the skies, as a rain of blood began to fall.