The Primordial Record

Reality rippled around Rowan as he grew several feet taller until he stood around eleven feet tall. Two sharp horns pierced through his forehead, before curling like those of a ram and pointing forward.,

Seven spikes like the tails of scorpions erupted from his back violently flinging blood for hundreds of feet and he grimaced in discomfort.

His nose and mouth melted into his face as five more eyes took their places, two single-edged black blades forged from the spines of Ouroboros Serpents rested comfortably in his hands, as armor made from the bones of demon princes covered his body and his flowing cape was made from the feathers of Archangels that spread wide like two great wings.

Rowan exhaled aloud as red smoke poured out from his mouth as if his body contained an active volcano, he chuckled, "This body will do."

For a moment the Archmages paused in shock at his appearance and the Aura erupting from Rowan that was filled with an ancient air and an incomparable amount of menace, this was a creature in its lifetime that had killed trillions, and these kills were not mortals but beings of power.

However, this did not stop them from channeling more energy into their Taboo Spells, which of them here had not committed atrocities that would make the mind of a billion mortals shudder into madness?

The allure of battle filled Rowan's heart, and he allowed more of himself to sink into the body of this Clone for a brief while as he glorified in the future accomplishment of his child, "Come on!"

He stamped his feet in the air and charged at the incoming spells, the seven eyes in his face glowing with a scarlet radiance that extended for more than a thousand feet and washed over the incoming Spells, painting them a shade of red like a dozen bloody suns.

That stamp of his feet seemed to do nothing but the depths of the Underverse directly below seemed to ripple like waves on a beach, and then, for thousands of miles, all the bones on the ground simply evaporated as an unfathomably deep pit appeared.

With that single stamp, Rowan had reshaped a portion of the depths of the Underverse, as he shot towards the Archmage, they had thought he would avoid the spells and had begun preparing several counterattacks, and so the fact that Rowan directly approached the incoming spells that we're powerful enough to crush anything head on destabilized their momentum for a brief moment.

In a battle like this, every single moment lost was a terrible disadvantage.

Approaching the spells hurled towards him, the spikes in his back thrust forward and simply parted the spells and he wrapped his body using the wings behind him, the power of the spells was so great that the cape made from the Archangel's wings combusted to ashes, but he was already through it, appearing before the shocked attackers.

He roared aloud as he collided with the Archmages, who were all protected by multiple barriers holding him back, preventing his spikes and blades from reaching them, but then there was a resounding crack, as the barrier summoned by Oshim grew flawed, and developed cracks.

The damages he had sustained in the hands of Rowan went beyond the physical, and he was dealing with a thousand ailments and afflictions plaguing his body, anyone else would be dead for Rowan had been killing the Archmage in the past, his Immortal Soul and multiple Intent he had mastered was the only reason he could stay sane and keep his life in the present.

The feeling of being killed thousands of times in the past was driving the Archmage to the brink of despair,

"This creature is an Ascender, don't let him touch you! He would not be able to exist for long in the material universe, hold him back." the Archmage screamed aloud.

Yet it was apparent that his concentration, no matter how honed his mind had become over the long years would falter, and for a brief moment they did, but that was a moment too long as Rowan swung his blades a thousand times in a single second and he was through the barrier of Oshim.

What happened next was fast, Rowan's close combat ability enhanced by his Berserker Aspect and the millions of years of combat proficiency accrued by this clone meant, he sliced through the hundreds of hurried spells cast by the Archmages while sweeping the spikes like a great sword that seemed to vanish before striking towards the necks of the Archmages.

They all simultaneously blinked backward for thousands of miles to escape his reach, cold sweat in their brows for they detected a potent poison on those spikes, but then Oshim groaned and suddenly fell to his knees, a long black blade emerging from his chest.

The stunned Archmage cried out, "How did…" another blade unexpectedly emerged from his face, having been driven through the back of his skull and nearly slicing his head in two.

The Archmage had thousands of defensive spells around his body that were strong enough for him to survive a supernova blast, but the blade that went through from the back of his skull had sliced through all these barriers with so much force that the energy released from shattering all those barriers erupted like an apocalyptic storm that swept for countless miles, destroying billions of the denizens of the Underverse who could not help but flock towards this battle.

Rowan had appeared behind the Archmage and he passed his hand around his body like a lover and grasped the hilt of the weapon sticking out of the chest of Oshim and harshly dragged it to the side, slicing the Archmage in two, dragging back the two blades he wanted to continue butchering the Archmage but had to vanish as tens of precise streams of Taboo Spells slammed into his previous position.

They scanned around for the vanished Ascender but Rowan was nowhere to be found. Oshim screamed in pain and horror as his wounds began to fester as though he was beginning to rot, Rowan had been killing his previous selves millions of years in the past and now he was climbing closer to the present and every damage he was sustaining was accelerating that process.

The Archmage could feel the presence of death creeping closer and his fear was reflected on the rest as Zyatt cursed, "Where is the entity?"

"Here," Rowan whispered as he appeared before another Archmage, and he thrust his blades as if they were spears multiple times in the direction of the Archmage while wrapping the spikes around him to prevent him from escaping his blows, essentially creating a cage of death.