The Primordial Record - #209 - 209 The Son of Scarlet (3)

Rowan gritted his teeth in anger, he hated when his hands were forced, and events going outside his plans irritated him. His fury appeased his bloodline, as it wasn’t concerned about the source of his rage, only that it wanted to battle.

Making sure his Ouroboros Serpents were still on their way to the Third Continent, he stopped them and decided to change his plans, closing his eyes only once he gave the decision for his serpents to commence devouring the world, starting from their position, they were at least 20,000 miles (32,186.88 km) away from the Third Continent and Rowan judged that it would just have to be enough.

He stood up, drawing his energy cloak around him, and he brought his right hand upwards and dispersed the ice sealing the tunnel, with his experiment he learned the black ice was still part of his Aether and he could still control it. This includes taking back the Aether inside the black ice.

Placing his Telekinetic pad below his feet, it carried him into the air, and as Rowan ascended he began to frown, he did not think he could win, not without his Serpents and also revealing his second bloodline, that means he had to become stronger much faster than his plans, if only he could wait for a few more days. But that train of thought brought out another deep vibration from his bloodline.

“Fine, you want me to go all out. I will. But, don’t you dare break down on me, body of mine, let the world break before we do.”

With his words, his bloodline screamed in madness, and uncalled-for, a golden beam shot out from his body and pierced through the cloud until it reached space, and a storm of darkness surrounded him, massive lightning bolts began to wander around his body like snakes and a sound erupted through the sky like thunder.

It took a while to realize it emerged from his mouth, “Come!!!!”

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The Six Ouroboros Serpent shook their bodies and began to expand, the savage glee in their eyes could not be described. Their unending lust for growth and energy could only be expressed in wholesale destruction, and they had been let loose.

The six Ouroboros Serpents grew until their full sizes of 3,000 feet (0.91 kilometers) long, and their bulk covered the skies, as they swam in the air, the unearthly Aura they gave off was astounding, and they looked up and roared at the skies.

Their roars were on a frequency that could not be easily deciphered, but it pierced through space, and it began to destabilize the nature of this world, it was like a snake who bit its prey injecting a fatal dose of poison, and waiting for it to fall into weakness as it was devoured.

Rowan did not understand the meaning when he intended to devour a world. He was still young and inexperienced, for him reality was still tangible and fixed, but if he knew that for his serpents to truly devour the world they would eat not just its body, but also its spirit!

He was still but a child, who holds the biggest stick in the universe and still imagines he holds a straw.

As one they all rose into the air, and bending in a sinuous movement only serpents were capable of they plunged back down into the ground leaving six massive holes in their wake.

The Aura of destruction around the world of Jarkarr thickened.

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The death of the Golden rat and the announcement by Dorian did not go unheard. Inside the underground city of the third continent there was nothing but a massive sleeping dragon, and on its back were gray shadows.

The dragon was so massive the entire underground city rested on its back, and every single moment as it breathes it grew increasingly bigger.

This was no longer a beast, but a Nascent Empyrean!

The city was now a city of shadow and the people who were on it were all shadows. These shadows walked and talked and went about their day, the laughter of children and the marching of soldiers could be heard all around, they got married, and they fought, and they killed, and they died, and yet, they were all gray shadows.

It was as if the dreams of the dragon was expressing itself in reality, but this was not the most terrifying thing about this dragon. It was the only one that was aware that everything on its back was a gray shadow, for everyone else that entered the underground city, including the shadows themselves, did not know that they were shadows.

At this time the eyes of the dragon opened and within it was a vast and malicious will. He called himself Vraegar and from all the spawn born from the body of his father, he was blessed to be born of his Spine, and within that bone was a single finger bone that contained memories from his father.

That memory gave him distinction, and gave him the ability to collect a part of his father’s inheritance, and such was the might of the inheritance… it could bring gods to their knees.

Vraegar growled, “Come for me father! It is time I take your head!”

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Underneath his energy cloak, Rowan activated Enrage, and the blood armor wrapped around his body, activating it once more added more details to the armor, and at the third time it was almost solid like metal. All these were hidden under the shadow of his energy cloak.

Rowan closed his eyes and he waited, and he began having memories of when he was inside the Nexus. He remembered screaming and fighting for a people that for a time seemed closer and more important to him than any other thing before, he had felt righteous rage at their suffering and until now, he really had no idea if what he felt came truly from his own mind or the compulsions placed by the Sigils.

“Why am I thinking about this” Rowan said to himself, his voice was not muffled by the bone helm covering his face.

“Oh, I see. It’s because since that time, it’s the first time my blood has begun to boil like this. The world is about to change, and I will be revealing myself to it. Are they ready for something like me?”

The skies above him began to go red, clashing with the darkness his presence shrouded the world with.

He had seen this move not too long ago, and yet it nearly got him. Rowan angled his body to the side, and a red line passed by him, so quickly it nearly tore his energy cloak from his body by the turbulence that followed its passage five seconds later.

The battle had just begun!

The blade buried itself into the earth; Rowan manifested a heavy hammer, and activated Smash three times creating six copies of large bloody hammer heads around him, with his will he forced the hammer heads to surround his weapon.

He activated dash, and red light covered his body, but his energy cloak suppressed the light, even those around his hammer head, and Rowan was pleased by the unexpected side effect of his cloak.

Suriel showed him the sight of the muscular man zipping through the red line, and Rowan poured Aether into his Smash techniques he had overlaid on the hammer head, and activated Eruption, and turning a bit to the left swung the hammer on the red line.

The empty air was replaced by the body of a man whose eyes were wide open in surprise, and in the instant before the hammer head reached his face, his eyes met Rowan even through the darkness of his hood, and he grinned.