The Primordial Record-Novel

His perception rippled across a third of the Underverse, shackled by the flesh he wore, but the structure of the Underverse could be seen as pure, so he could see everything….understand everything… manipulate everything.

Aware that he was wasting precious time even though barely a fraction of a moment had gone by, he withdrew his perception to a few thousand miles and focused on the Archmages here… Weird, he had never killed one before, and he was amused that the first battle he would be having with a Mage would be in these circumstances.

Rowan Will was like a fishing line that he sent along the stream of time and he hooked the future of the Berserker Clone he wanted and he began to drag it back in time.

There were only six people here he could not read their past and manipulate their future.

It was Andar and the six Archmages here,Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

'Interesting, I can understand what shields the Archmages from my gaze, but what shields you from mine, my precious creation? Hmm, all your futures may be safe from me, but what about your past, as it turns out, most of you were born in this universe.'

The hand of the Archmage that once threw him off, attempted to let go of his neck, and Rowan seized the hand, but the merger between the future that Rowan was fishing for and the present was not yet set, and the body of the clone was still relatively a bit too weak.

This was the only reason the Archmage succeeded in pulling his hand away from his grasp, but he cursed out in pain as he left his skin, a lot of his flesh behind, and his thumb and little finger,

The Archmage looked in horror at what was left of his limb, the pain he was experiencing was unnaturally intense.

He looked back at the clone with anger while stepping back and cloaking himself with many shields of light and Arcane energies. Oshim did not care what sort of foul entity they had encountered, he was not alone, and their combined might would crush this thing to dust.

The rest of the Archmages stood up from their thrones which revealed themselves to be projections of their respective individual Great Towers, their faces were grim and energy began to arise from their Towers and focused on their bodies, unlike when they faced the Children of Ruin they were going all out from the start.

The amount of power being channeled into the bodies of the Archmages was so great that the platform below was crushed to dust and flinging the Children of Ruin away for countless miles.

A portion of the Underverse began to quake, as the bodies of the Archmages began to release endless radiance and in a short while, they appeared like four suns.

Their bodies released so much light and heat, that the depths of the Underverse lit up as if a new dawn was arriving in this place of darkness.

This amount of power drew the denizens of this place, and they began to flock down in their trillions, drawn to the power being revealed here.

Rowan did not move back a single inch as he manipulated this flesh he inhabited and his chest opened up, revealing a mouth that was filled with countless needle-sharp teeth like his Ouroboros Serpents. He deposited the flesh of the Archmage that he had collected and the mouth closed and chewed with relish.

He felt dozens of investigative spells rain over him and he opened himself to it, allowing the Archmages here to view a tiny portion of his glory.

With the mouth of the clone, he said, "Am I not beautiful?"

Only their cries of pain answered him as simultaneously their eyes began to bleed, but the worst was yet to come for 4 Star Archmage Oshim, for the chewing mouth in Rowan's chest was not there for minor visual effect.

This Archmage had lived a ridiculously long life and it took time for Rowan to find the moment in time when he was weak using the connection he made from the flesh he had taken from him, he had to go back nearly 234 million years nearly the limit of his reach, and when he saw weakness, he seized it and began to eat.

The body of the Archmage shook before it exploded in a wall of gore, he appeared to have been passed through a grinder as no single part of his body was free of horrifying wounds, and his left leg was cut off at the waist.

The glorious light he displayed as a rising sun was suddenly shattered, revealing his mortality as his cries of pain shook the Underverse, and his flesh and blood that erupted from his body was so plentiful that it could fill an entire ocean.

His destroyed flesh and blood that filled the ground for miles grew legs and ran towards Rowan, with a scream of shock, rage, and pain, the Archmage flicked a blue fireball that transformed into billions of flaming snakes that surrounded his fleeing flesh and blood and turned them to ash.

The Archmages here were all experienced in battle and had been summoning spells of devastating power, even Oshim that was been brutalized by Rowan, and at once they released tens of devastating spells that flew with great speed towards Rowan, not wasting time with any conversation, they released so much power that more than twenty percent of the Underverse the reverberation and the lights from their spell reach them.

The denizens of the Underverse that were rushing towards the battle were crushed to pieces in their billions as the force of the Taboo Spells released by the Archmages would shatter an entire galaxy.

Power like this was forbidden to be released inside the material universe, but in the Underverse there were certain gray areas where this could be permitted, but not for long, because the enforcer of the Universe, an Empyrean would never allow such commotion to continue for long, and it was already most likely on its way here.

It took time dragging the future possible version of the Berserker Clone down to this time, and the thin line that represented Rowan Will was strained to the limit, but with a click that only he could hear, the merger was completed and the body of the clone transformed.