The Primordial Record

Rowan had ascertained that the journey would most likely last a month and within that time frame, he would have grown more powerful, and if he could escape from the Planet using the Teleportation Station, then there was really no reason for him hiding himself from the convoy.

But he could not allow details of himself to be sent to Trion, else this planet would become too dangerous for him to grow.

Rowan had unknowingly saved himself from a far worse fate because he wanted to stop Scarvros from reaching the Underground City, not knowing he was already a wanted man in Trion and Scarvros had recognized him.

Part of the reason he could not imagine this outcome happening or how quickly he became a wanted figure was because he was sure the organization that built the Nexus—The Order of the Broken Eye—was a very secretive one, and Rowan thought that they might choose to quietly hunt for him.

He had also factored Augustus into the equation, and he still felt the General would still quietly hunt for him.

Unknown to him was the fact that the Organization had split into pieces with his escape and the betrayals of its members. Yet, his suspicious and careful nature had saved him from a calamity for a short while.

He saw the first Ouroboros Serpent with a single eye having a bright golden glow in the area around its chest that seemed to be pulsing, it was as if it had a burning sun.

Rowan was not surprised for the energy value needed for the activation of the first Chaos Engine had already been completed.

Although he knew his Serpents were feeding off the energies from Scarvros body, he could no longer take the risk of discovery. He commanded them to quickly kill the man as he was very delighted at the current powers of the Ouroboros Serpents.

They had thousands of supernaturally sharp spikes running down their bodies; they could be shot with ridiculous force; with the regenerating capacity of the Ouroboros Serpents, they effectively had unlimited tree-sized missiles.

Their long distance offensive capabilities had just pushed through the roof, and with Rowan growing experience, he knew these spikes were the foundation for other greater abilities.

Not long after, Rowan came across a large horde holding more than a hundred thousand beasts with ten Incarnation State golden beasts and thirty normal Incarnation State creatures.

They included wolves, bears, and horses. With four of the Incarnation State golden beasts being wolves, three were bears and three were horses.

Rowan fancied riding one of the golden horses, but knowing the nature of the beast, he would not be surprised if it attempted to devour him at every chance it got.

Rowan was a few miles back, as he stood on the Ouroboros Serpent and swept his gaze through the beasts, they were heading south, and judging by their speed they would have been able to link up with the main horde a week from now.

Something was directing all these creatures with frightening efficiency and Rowan wanted to delve into this interconnected web, but every beast below was simply pawns.

Rowan sighed and touched his chest, and dismissed the Ouroboros Serpent carrying him, and he dropped from the sky.

It took thirty seconds to reach the ground, pushing down with his Telekinesis the ground began to crack before he touched it, and when he landed it was with the grace of a cat.

Rowan clearly noticed that his Telekinesis ability had received a massive increase, maybe enough for him to begin attempting flight, but he shelved that for later.

Now he hunts.

His descent from the skies had drawn the attention from the horde, and their roars echoed all around, and they all began charging at him

"At this moment, you are the most powerful bloodline I have. Show me what you got."

Rowan activated the bloodline Technique—Palace of Ice. His hair flared up as black and purple smoke poured out of it. His surroundings began to freeze, and a throne of black ice appeared behind him.

Almost like it was instinct, Rowan sat on the throne. The smoke pouring from his hair coalesced into the form of that woman, who stood by his throne.

She raised her hands slowly as if she were carrying a heavy weight, and then she kept her hands up, one of her feet was bent slightly to the side as if she were about to jump, and she stayed frozen in that pose.

There was no visible change happening, the horde was still charging towards them, an army of a hundred thousand strong filled with claws and fangs.

Suddenly beneath the feet of the charging horde, a massive purple rune began to be lined up and connected. Rowan saw two lines beginning from the palms of the woman which connected to his throne and then fed into the ground.

It was the lines that were creating the purple rune beneath the feet of the charging horde. It was moving with the charging army.

It didn’t take long for it to be connected, and it revealed itself to be an oval-shaped rune. The golden beasts were the first to notice the glowing rune beneath them, and with various cries of alarm they attempted to charge out of its boundaries.

But it was already too late. The glowing purple rune shivered, and it seemed to suddenly develop depth. It wiggled and opened up, revealing itself to be an eye.

The massive eye spanned the entire length of the horde, and the moment it opened, they all froze. Black ice sheaths all their bodies and Rowan saw a massive number of souls streaming towards him, this was the first time he was noticing this phenomenon.

Dull cracks rebounded within the horde, as the Incarnation State beast struggled to move, but in a few more seconds they all went still in death.

The black ice had properties that froze the soul, in addition to the cold it gave off that was far below zero degrees, anything within the range of the eye were doomed to die.

Rowan went silent. This bloodline was in the Mortal State!

In the hands of the woman came down, and the eyes vanished into black and purple smoke. Rowan noticed her palms wriggling as two open eyes escaped into her palms, the lines of Runes that created the massive eyes had emanated from those eyes like purple tears.

She bowed towards Rowan and stood by his side with her arms clasped in front of her. Rowan tried observing her face, but the nature of her smoke-like form made any fine details unnoticeable.

Shifting his gaze back to the Souls streaming towards him, then ran into his Throne of Ice and were shredded to nothingness, pure soul power in the form of Soul points entered his Mental Space and drifted into the Palace where an identical throne sat, although this one was far more elaborate than the ones Rowan had manifested outside.

The soul points drifted to a purple moon that was embossed on the back of the Throne, like a glowing tattoo.

This was the first time Rowan was seeing the physical manifestation of his Soul points. He delved deeper into that Throne, and he observed the purple moon inside of him, and he instantly knew how many units of Soul points resided in it: 51,457.

The same instinct, guiding his bloodline, showed him there were also many other details embossed in his Throne. Rowan’s eyes flashed a bright light, he was about to know the true potential of this bloodline.

Below the glowing purple moon were countless opened eyes, as numerous as the sands on the beach.

They all had a dull and glazed look, and they almost appeared to be dead and decaying, a burst of information streamed into him and Rowan immediately understood their purposes.