The Primordial Record

Shisu was not allowed to bow for long and Rowan made him stand straight before he shoved his right hand into Shisu's chest. The boy gasped in shock as Rowan fished around for something, his mouth opened and closed like a fish, wanting to speak but Rowan had long snapped his spine in two, and he was only upright because he was being supported by Rowan. "You are a paper tiger. In the world where I am from, what sets you apart from the rest would have been taken a long time ago. Only in this realm where so much power is available to so few people can someone like you survive for long. You had the power to break this realm, yet you became only a pawn."

Rowan dug his hands deeper into Shisu's chest, far more than his fragile mortal body should be able to hold, and he brought out a red pearl, Shisu's eyes widened in shock and anger, before with a soul despairing scream, a bright beam of red light burst out of his eyes and mouth and blasted towards the skies that changed the weather for countless miles, painting everywhere in a shade of red.

Rowan looked at the heavens that had transformed and he smiled widely, his suspicion confirmed he only needed to be quick with his work before others detected changes in these Memories. It should not be possible, but he had learned that every Ascendant Sun was a seventh-dimensional entity, and so he could never be sure of the full stretch of their powers over this ephemeral dimension.

Slowly bringing the red pearl to his eyes, Rowan could not help but gasp in appreciation. It was a flawless orb with mysteries that tantalized the senses, and as Rowan's gaze dug into it, he discovered that Shisu had not even uncovered the surface layer of this treasure, it could be said he was barely using the glow that emerged from it instead of the treasure itself.

In Rowan's hand, the red orb vibrated and began to transform, falling apart like it was made from sand and when it finished its transformation, it became a red ring with a rather large symbol of a roaring beast that resembled a lion. Rowan turned the ring in appreciation under the wide eyes of Shisu,

"Lovely treasure, but I think I would prefer it in gold," ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Before the astonished gaze of Shisu, the ring turned gold,

"You know what, I think I prefer the red. It fits my mood better." It was without saying that the ring turned back to red and Rowan slipped it into his index finger.

"I have Greed and Pride, and now I have Wrath, welcome home, your brethren wait, not for long. I have slept for too long, and the day I rise, the world shall run red. On my right hand would be my Destroyer and on my left, my Weapons of Sins."

Shisu could not take his eyes away from the ring. He had found this red pearl when he was a child, barely two years old, or should he say it had found him.

His nanny had let him roam in the gardens way past his bedtime and by a stroke of fate, a meteorite was passing across the heavens before it reached the earth, it shattered to pieces, and a small piece of it fell a few inches away from the child, nearly crushing his skull.

The young boy had been attracted by the scent of this glowing red orb and he did not have any thoughts behind his action except hunger as he took the orb and swallowed it. Shisu lost his ability to process Aura for the next eight years, and no matter what resources he was given to treat his strange condition, none had worked, and the only consolation to the royal family on the condition of their only prince was his terrifying intelligence and quick wit.

Shisu had made the kingdom rich, making extremely favorable trade deals for the kingdom and solving some of their most pressing problems, and when he was able to cultivate Aura once more, he hid this ability from his people. After all, his sights had grown higher than the people because he believed that destiny itself had chosen him to become the greatest Ascendant to ever exist.

The red orb released certain waves that enhanced Shisu's mental prowess, pushing it towards a level greater than any mortal, he became a mortal with the mind of an immortal, it was not surprising he considered everyone around him to be maggots, and lesser than him.

His mental state also influenced what he could draw from the red orb which turned out to be the remnants of the attack made to crush this weapon, but Shisu was not aware that the entire power base that made him a sixth-dimensional entity, came from the remnants of an attack made in a distant time in the past.

Rowan had always been curious about the origin of his Sins Weapon, Greed, and Pride. Greed was his first weapon and held a special place in his heart, and then Pride which he took from Tenma, and with these two weapons together, he battled the might of three superpowers, The Magus-Children of Fire, the Demons from the Great Abyss and finally the Shadows of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

He knew that the origins of these weapons were most likely from the Abyss, or at least that was what he had previously thought, but unexpectedly getting his hands on Wrath had changed his perspective on this matter,

Shisu could no longer hold back his anguish and fear as he screamed, "How could you take my destiny from me? Even my father, an Ascendant sun, could not do this. Who are you?!"

Rowan tossed Shisu aside, done with his memories, "Let us find the answer to that question together you and I. In this world for a time, you shall be my vessel. First, let me see the Undying in all his glory."

Turning around and leaving the broken mortal body of Shisu behind, Rowan's golden body blurred and he arrived at the ship hovering over the Mountain of Mourning, his senses swept through it, and except for some pretty fascinating pieces of equipment that had a strange form of life, there was no one on it.

"Could it be that his memory cannot hold a form of the Undying within... or he is not here yet? If the latter is the case, then perhaps this memory needs to continue."

Rowan took to the air until he was hundreds of miles above the ship, and with a wave of his hand, he began returning things to the way they were before. With a sweep of his hands, he gathered all the Hate that Shisu had vomited from his body after he had taken away Wrath from him and made it into an orb which he shot into the body of the mortal.

Healing him to his previous state, he made sure everything was the same as it was, except now, he stood above the entire memory, and slowing down his perception, Time resumed.