The Primordial Record

"Fascinating." Fury said, "Are there other such variations in our bloodline that I’m not aware of?"

Nathis coughed, "Lord Fury, you are one of the biggest variances in the Kuranes bloodline, and there are thousands of such variance in all bloodline, mutations and strange abilities awakened can change the potential of every Dominator, yet most end up weak, and Rowan Kuranes bloodline variance has been judged week for the last 15,000 years."

Fury paused, "Yet, how does such a weak child do this?"

He closed his eyes and seemed to be reading from memory the details of the bounty scroll, "The Fugitive Rowan Kuranes is wanted for the Crimes of stealing an Origin Treasure central to the War effort against the Invaders from the Magi world and The Abyss World, and collaborating with Heretics and Abominations. The fugitive is considered extremely dangerous, and a credible sighting would be rewarded with a Boon from an Earth god of either the Kuranes Family or the Tiberius Family."

Opening his nine-colored eyes, he said, "Rowan Kuranes should be twenty-five years old this year should he not?"

"Yes, Lord Fury. He is among your generation."

"Yet, they say I’m matchless in this younger generation. The man is already worth an Earth god boon, and I know there is more to this bounty than was revealed, this bounty is open to negotiations! Can you believe that? Either he has hidden himself deeply or certain recent events would have changed him. Where is the mother?"

"That information has been hidden, Lord Fury."

"Friends, lovers, every man has something he holds dear, I would like to find them."

"It will be done. Nonetheless, my lord, this is not the Priority."

"I beg to differ, Nathis. This brother of mine, I want him with me."

"That could be unwise, I’m…"

"No, no… you misunderstand Nathis. Spread the word among your web. I want to battle him. In a few years’ time, when I ascend, I will have no equal in the Third Circle and except for the Ancestors, I will be invincible in the Empire. Rowan Kuranes is making my blood boil, he may serve as a source of entertainment for me before I ascend."

"I will see what I can do."

"Contact all the Realm Listing of Geniuses, there will be some of them with insights that may aid us in finding him. Where is my pet punching bag, Dorian? "

"The Son of Scarlet? After the last humiliating defeat in your hands, he went off to a Minor World to vent."

"If he is not aware of the bounty, do inform him. He has a knack of being in the right place at the wrong time."

"of course, lord fury."

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In the Underground City of Trinad, at the center of the City, was a massive white stone with red characters on it. It was the Nemesis plate, it was a Transcendent grade treasure present on every Empire owned planet.

At this time, a crowd had gathered around it, and even after being forcibly dispersed by soldiers countless times, everyday they returned and their numbers increased. More than a hundred thousand people had already gathered in this square.

They all stood and witnessed a single name rising in the list with every single second that passed, and it was unknown when the chant began, but for the last eight days, it had not ended and was only increasing in pitch and fervor.

"EROHIM! EROHIM! EROHIM! EROHIM!"

In the crowd, something was changing, as if the chanting of the name was producing a formless power that was spreading all over the city.

You could almost touch it, you would expect the crowd to be tired after eight days, but the opposite was happening.

"EROHIM! EROHIM! EROHIM! EROHIM!"

A skinny old man who was one of the last priests of the fallen god and hero Erohim, painted his face with his own heart blood, he spread his arms apart and his shouts were so loud it was deafening. He had been standing there in that position for the last eight days, various acolytes knelt on the floor and were screaming along.

There was power here… old powers that were beginning to stir.

Mercenaries and family members of the Boreas family went about with a frown or a daze, they were all aware that something was wrong, as the atmosphere of the city was beginning to change.

This was no longer a competition about killing beasts anymore, it had become something else.

At the Teleportation Circle, thousands of troops from the Boreas Family began entering the city.

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Rowan sat cross-legged on his Telekinesis plate as he shot towards the horizon, this method of movement was slower than running, but it was far more discrete.

He had left the Convoy an hour ago, and began moving with the aid of his enhanced ability. His mind was occupied with his future plans, so he did not really savor the feeling of flying with his power.

His Empyrean Sense spread out, and he saw a suitable area for his needs, three miles underground. He drew his senses to him and focused on the area, and the entire region opened up in his sight, revealing all its secrets to him.

There were a long series of cracks in the ground that led to a giant cavern that contained water underground. It was deep enough that Rowan could experiment with his abilities and increase the proficiency of all his Ability Runes and Awaken his first Angel.

With the time he was going to consume the continent of Krakow getting closer, he aimed to increase his abilities as quickly as possible, to prepare for the war ahead. Every single improvement matters, and he was going to push himself and transform all his abilities to the next level before the destruction of the continent commenced.

He stood up as the Telekinesis plate brought him close to the ground where he stopped it descent, Rowan summoned two long spears, one of the spears was black and the other green, after flexing both spears, the black spear was kept back in his Storage bracelet because of its hardness was insufficient for the task he was planning.

Looking through his cache of weapons he saw a long sword that would suit his needs, it was sufficiently long and hard enough, and he dispersed the Telekinesis plate and landed on the ground.

He was right above the crack on the ground, and with a small grunt, he thrust both weapons into the crack, the spear a bit forward and the sword behind, leaving a third of their length above the ground.

He opened his palms and a single speck of vibrating purple black Aether appeared above each of his palms, the surrounding temperature immediately dropped, and he released the two grains of Aether to fall on both side of the crack where he placed the weapons, and the ground was frozen for hundreds of feet around, with a black ice that was harder than diamonds.

Checking the hardness, he released a couple of grains and the ice was stained with purple, and the hardness increased. This property of his Aether was deeply fascinating.

Rowan sighed, and went down on one knee as he grasped both weapons, and pushed his Telekinesis along their length, so he could add additional support to their frame, his feet dug into the diamond hard ground and bracing himself, Rowan slowly began exerting pressure as he split his arms apart.

One of his most powerful ability from his Ouroboros Bloodline was burning his vitality. With this technique, he could disregard every concept of strength and agility and continuously power himself up to an infinite amount, the only drawback was his sanity and his conscious self.

Such a power would turn his mind to ash, and his body would literally take over becoming a force of destruction.