The Primordial Record

Rowan needed to know everything about this plan from the Reflections, and although he had gleaned much over the last few days, it was not everything, and twas running out.

Whatever was happening on Trion, it was not taking into account the twenty-year universe expiration death, and Golgoth was moving forward. He seemed to be preparing the way for the so-called Fourth.

Rowan had heard him repeatedly mutter about this fourth illusory Reflection, who Golgoth claimed was so powerful he would squish the deceptive Third like a bug.

No matter what was coming Rowan knew that he had to even the scales a bit before they arrived on Trion, so needed to kill Golgoth before he finished with his preparation, and perhaps, this resurrection of the Primordial might turn out to be a good thing for him in the sense that he would no longer have to hunt for the rest of the Reflections, because they were all coming to him.

Although there was no way he would allow them to ever complete this ritual.

Rowan should have been focused on becoming a Third-dimensional entity, but he was also pursuing other projects. He did not think his tbeside the God King was a waste because, among the many things he had cto learn, he had found out that indeed the God King had developed a soul after all the years of living.

This development made Rowan idly wonder about the nature of Soul Energy and Soul Origin. Which one cfirst and gave birth to the other? Like the old question about the chicken and the egg, he wondered what cfirst.

If he used Golgoth as an example, then it was the chicken that cfirst, his soul seemingly birthed out of nothingness, but any random mortal would suggest it was the egg, for their Soul Origin with him was all the proof he needed. All these questions may be answered in time, but what he knew was that killing Golgoth would open the entire plans of the Reflections to him.

The God King did not know that his death…

PROGRESS TOWARDS THE THIRD DIMENSION — 99%

… was only a step away.

Rowan was simply a meticulous hunter, and he wanted to be efficient with his slaughter. He had no choice, he was not playing with mortals or gods, and any single mistake he made could mean his end.

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With the head of Rowan overseeing every move from the God King, Rowan had been working on another project by the side, placing as much focus on it as his ascension towards the Third Dimension.

He wanted to enter the Rune gate that he suspected ushered the resurrection of the Primordial of Evil.

The God King had been careful in everything he had told Rowan concerning their true father, but he did not suspect that Rowan knew more than he let on, or how formidable he was.

Golgoth was also not aware that Rowan was capable of deciphering and interpreting such a complex Rune that had been created over an unimaginable vast distance that linked Trion to the Sea of Destruction and the Vaults.

This Rune was most likely not created by Golgoth, it must be the work of sother Reflection like the Third Prince or the other two whom he was not familiar with.

Rowan had watched the actions of Golgoth and he had cto the conclusion that Golgoth was more like a guide.

The Runes that he had interpreted from the little clues given to him were so complex that even the God King himself would be incapable of deciphering these runes if all he had were the keys.

His underestimation of Rowan had not even allowed him to comprehend that revealing the keys to Rowan in order to bait him into going after the gods was the biggest mistake he had made.

Golgoth felt he was being clever by showing Rowan the keys to all the vaults so he could capture him in a single move, but Rowan was already thinking four steps ahead.

At this moment Golgoth was gathering multiple strange energies from the death of every Dominator in battle. Rowan had been watching this process in fascination for the entire week as he realized that this was just a small part of Golgoth's plans because if he wanted just the death of the Dominators to fuel the Runes, Golgoth could have easily killed every single Dominator in existence.

There was a unique synergy between the death of a Dominator and the battlefield on Trion as they were all linked. If they were slaughtered anywhere outside Trion, they would have been useless to him. The energy he was collecting would be impossible to be collected anywhere else.

Although this was all guesses from Rowan, he could confirm if he infiltrated this Rune and see what it held. He could not simply break the Rune without attracting attention from the God King, but he could slip inside.

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The weak are objects…

Rico heard these words from his father, and he believed this moment proved how true that statement was.

The cries of a million lives extinguished in a single moment haunted Rico Boreas as he dragged himself over a small hill and rapidly rolled to the side where a crevice was hidden by mounds of dead bodies.

He had spotted this area a few hours before the battle began, his cowardly nature made him search for places he could hide when things went wrong. Turns out he was right.

When the batter started, he had been at the back of the line as a million bloodthirsty Dominators surged ahead, and so he was able to gather precious seconds to flee, it was the only reason he had been able to survive the sudden descent of what he suspected was a Demon Prince and two Archmages.

Only such powerful immortals could turn a million Dominators at the Earth god level to ash in such a short time.

Rico gritted his teeth through the pain as his entire back end had been scorched, and he tried not to check how much damage he had sustained, he should be healing by now, but the wound seemed to be growing worse.

He shoved bodies aside, trying quickly to enter the small depression in the earth, sof the bodies had becfused in death, and he had to tear through muscles and bones to open a slight gap, and he wormed his way into it before reaching out and pulling several bodies to cover the hole, leaving only a tiny gap for him to see through.

He felt the earth reverberating beneath him as the massive Demon Prince who had dedicated a million Dominators at the Earth god level began to walk through the battlefield. The skies changed for a moment as the Archmages flew past, heading deeper into the Continent.

Rico squeezed himself tighter into a ball, wishing for the earth to collapse around him. The earth shook as the Demon cnearer to his position and he brought his hands to his mouth and bit down to stop himself from screaming.

The Aura erupting from the body of the Demon was almost driving him to madness, and Rico bit deeper into his hand. Then there was silence, one that was so profound he knew that he had been discovered.