The Primordial Record

"Killing you?" Rowan said, "Yes... I would gladly kill you as many times as you return, but this would be the last time. I don't have a habit of keeping a viper in my room."

The Third Prince smiled, but something in his expression was different and Rowan knew that he was gone and it was the Eye that had taken his place, if everything went according to plan, or even if he failed, this would be the last time he would see the face of his hated enemy, and Rowan was glad for it. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"I would have worn this face earlier, if I knew how much it would affect you." the Eye of Time said as he began to walk towards Rowan, "The experience of the dead tells me to always expect the unexpected from you. I should have listened more closely."

The distance that separated them was hundreds of miles, but that was nothing, Rowan watched the shell of the Third Prince walking closer and growled,

"Let's finish this," and he began walking towards the Eye of Time, on his index finger, the Sin Weapon Wrath in the shape of a lion headed beast began to glow bright red.

As they grew closer, Rowan closed his eyes, since the moment he gained his soul, this was the first time he would be entering a true battle, and he wanted to feel it.

There was so much mysteries behind the utilization of power, especially those of the higher dimension, and Rowan knew that no matter how much power he wielded in this present dimensional state he found himself, he was still a far cry from matching the Eye of Time. He could never hope to match it with using conventional tactics, but what their last few encounters had taught him was that he had unique tools that even the Eye of Time could not match, and he needed to lean towards his own strengths, one of which was his dimensional soul.

There had never been a dimensional soul in existence, at least he thought that was the case, if there were, then it would have been impossible to fool this realm or the Eye of Time, and of the many unique property of his soul, one was its ability to utilize the power of a realm, because another name he could call his soul was a world's soul, and since he was using an Ascebdant body, and also had the queen of calamities under his control, it would be foolish not to take advantage of every tool he had.

It was necessary if he wanted to survive long enough to make any difference in this battle. If it was before he would have began linking with all these powers, taking control of them all, but now, he did something similar, but instead of taking control, he simply embraced them under the mighty umbrella of his soul and allowed his instincts to direct this battle.

He felt great anger, at many things in his life, but at this moment there as a singular focus for all that anger in front of him that he could pour all his grievances, and a surprising amount of that anger was also directed towards himself, but he knew that anger was a powerful weapon, and to wield it meant acknowledging the risk that you would be harmed as well.

He could feel excitement, it was impossible not to feel this. Like his anger, his excitement came from many sources, the chance that he might finally meet his children once more and know for certainty the fate that might have befallen them, the chance to finally becoming complete after nearly a million years of being technically dead, the completion of his million years tribulation, the chance to be able to stand here on his two feet despite all the challenges he had faced getting here, so many reasons to be excited, including the chance to kill the Third Prince once more...

He could feel fear. The fear of failure, his present enemies were the most dangerous he would be meeting in the field of battle, and his present state was not optimal. He had long forgotten the fear of death that did not weigh on him again, but the laughter in the souls of his children, if he failed, all of that would be extinguished.

What use was happiness or laughter to this realm that had tortured souls for countless eternities pursuing a goal that might have no end... what use were joy and love to the Eye of Time, when everything except its enemies at the throne of existence was considered meaningless. Rowan was once like this, so he understood what it meant to treat all of existence like thrash.

He could feel fear, and it was almost overwhelming, yet strangely that fear led to happiness.

The happiness that despite the heights of the trials before him, he had the chance to fight for the future he wanted. Against such forces that had shaped creation from the dawn of time, how many in reality could boast that they could fight against this fate?

He was happy that he could hold a sword and challenge fate, and prove to all of reality, that they could not fuck with him!

With a roar that shook the heavens, the ring on his finger transformed into a giant lion-like beast with a mane of flowing gold and the tail of a serpent. Nearly eight feet tall, and weighing a ridiculous number, the beast of Wrath stalked beside Rowan, and it's dreadful eyes settled on the Eye of Time, the fragment of a Primordial, and in its heart, it knew there could not be a more worthy prey, and it's bond with Rowan transformed beyond servitude to unadulterated adoration, and it was ready to die for it's master if it was needed.

The memory of a distant battle where it was vanquished banished by the light of its new master. It was silent, but the heavens themselves rumbled with its roar.

Rowan figure unexpectedly split in two, one continued walking forward and the other stood in place, and the figure that was walking forward also split in two, and with every step that he was taking, he left another one of himself behind, and by the time he was a mile away from the Eye, he had left 32,999 split bodies behind.

The beast of Wrath was walking with the lead figure and had no idea what had been happening, but when it looked back on a whim, the eyes of the beast widened when it noticed that there were tens of thousands of itself standing still beside those figure, and it could sense an equal amount of its power in all the bodies of those beasts.

"One of me overturned the firmament, a thousand of me, would crush all existence, tens of thousands of me would rule everything!"

The rumble in the heavens from all the roars of the beasts of wrath was beginning to shake the slumbering eyes of heaven, and the spell of the Eye of Time was breaking to pieces as the degradation of the hag that held the heavens under her spell quickened.

This was the realization of Rowan's new application of his Time Stack powers. It was limited in a manner, but for certain situations, he could unleash unmatched power with it. To fight against the Eye of Time, the least amount of power he could bring to the table had to be considered unmatched in reality.