The Primordial Record - #210 - 210 The Son of Scarlet (4)

Rowan responded to his grin by increasing his Eruption technique by another percent, channeling all the fresh energy into strength, and his blow hit that much harder.

The impact sounded like the world ending, and even with his Constitution Rowan arms snapped like a twig, the force from his blow sent a colorful shockwave of red, black, and purple light that slammed into the ground tearing it apart for thousands of feet, and Rowan’s body was sent shooting into the sky.

With a yell, Rowan pushed his Telekinesis against his rise and stopped himself from flying far, and for an instant he stood upside down, his head pointing at the ground, and as he fell, he rotated and created a Telekinetic pad beneath his feet.

The loud thump of the body of the man hitting the ground set off another explosion, as his body entered the ground at an angle, creating long furrows in the ground for miles.

When he stopped, it was fifteen miles away, and his body had torn through hills and valleys, and his landing point was inside a small forest that was decimated as if a meteor had impacted the area.

Rowan looked at his hands, they were gone… vaporized in the force of their clash, and then he gasped as he felt pain around his midsection.

In the fraction of a second when the man realized he had been countered, he had stretched out his hand and with wicked fingers tore through Rowans energy cloak and armor leaving a long gash in his stomach.

Rowan face went grim as his stomach healed followed by his armor and energy cloak. This was the issue he faced when fighting extremely powerful Dominators, they were like hedgehogs. Their combat techniques had been refined to the extent they did not need to think before retaliating.

He had been holding on to Suriels sight, and he let go of it, concentrating all his consciousness on a battle that would strain him to the limit.

He manifested two swords from his Spatial bracelet, and he held it with his hands that had already returned to normal, as bones, muscles, and skin rebuilt themselves in seconds.

Rowan eyesight pierced through the miles to see the man shudder and begin to rise. His head was locked inside a giant slab of ice, and he tottered unsteadily on his feet, and fell on one knee. It was almost comical and in another time Rowan would have laughed.

Rowan cocked his head, surprised at the damage he inflicted, and returned the swords to his bracelet and manifested a large bow that was six feet tall, it seemed he would have to move in with his next plan faster than he thought.

Rowan only had a single method he thought he might use to win the fight. Crowd Control! What better tool than his purple black Aether and its freezing ability?

Using his Telekinesis, Rowan fashioned an arrow which he filled with his Aether, and with his will, he concentrated on letting the Aether stay relatively stable and not change it form into black ice, which represented a sort of degeneration of his Aether, when it was not used to power any abilities or functions.

With this method he was able to force twenty grains of Aether into the Telekinesis arrow and Rowan serpentine eyes found his target, and he used Bash to turn the bow red as it began vibrating, before the red glow merged into the arrow, then he let loose.

The bow in his hands disintegrated and the Telekinesis arrow sort of blinked across space, and then the hand of the man caught it, he made a sound that cracked the black ice over his head, showing his face and grunting in annoyance or surprise he spat out a tooth, looking at the arrow in his hand, “What the hell is this made of?”

An explosion of ice erupted from his figure, entombing him in a growing ice mound. The air began whistling past Rowan flapping his energy cloak as they rushed into the growing mountain of black ice around the body of the man, in ten seconds, a mountain more than six thousand feet rested on the plain, the body of the man entombed within.

Rowan called up another two swords and began preparing his Smash skills, and his head cocked to the side, his gaze drawing to where the blade of that man fell, perhaps…

Stretching out his hand, he formed a ball of Telekinesis on it, and then he pushed it down towards the crater formed by the weapon, he called up the sight of Suriel and he was able to see the blade buried a hundred feet in the ground and also a growing red light around the body of the man entombed in a mountain of ice.

Rowan shot out his other hand, pushing grains of Aether towards the mountain, and it began growing in size and density while his Telekinesis made contact with that blade, and he attempted to pull it out, but it was futile, the blade must weigh many tons and his Telekinesis was too weak to pull it out.

He jumped towards the ground, pulling himself downwards to fall faster, his consciousness wary of the red glow that now seemed to be receding. Was he freezing to death?

Rowan reached the ground, and it was a simple thing to punch through the earth and reach the blade. It was a weapon that was visibly brimming with power, unlike the quiet menace of Envy.

The hilt of the blade resembled a giant bat that was spitting out the blade as its tongue. Two red glowing gems represented the eyes, and like eyes they swiveled to look at him.

Bringing his hand forward, Rowan gripped the hilt, and was instantly bombarded by a feeling as if a million needles were stabbing into his body.

He grunted as he had felt pain much worse than this, evolving into the Ouroboros bloodline was a lesson in pain, and beside his blood sent refreshing wave all through his system and the feeling of discomfort vanished, and Rowan pulled the blade from the ground.

The blade was heavy as expected, but he should be able to wield it without any issue, now how was he able to know which ability the blade carried? Rowan ruminated for less than a second before his hand was vaporized by a red beam that came from the black icy mountain.

There was a unique feature about his Empyrean senses that was slowly revealing itself to Rowan, but for now, he was still too weak to take advantage of it. Since his senses were all encompassing, he could process details and the world around him on a level that was beyond most living beings.

In that way, he had sensed the molecules of the air screaming in pain as they vanished before the beam of red light that travelled down and vaporized his arm, the same beam of light flashed once more heading for his torso, and although he could read the direction, he was still too slow to dodge something that was moving at light speed.

A hole the size of a basin appeared on his chest and stomach and Rowan fell on his knees, another burst of light vaporized his head, and the pieces of him that fell to the floor was not enough to fill a bucket.

The mountain shone a brilliant red before a pillar of red flames blasted through the top of the mountain and the entire structure exploded, as like a mirage the man appeared before the destroyed body of Rowan.

He brought both hands to his dislocated jaw, and with a single harsh motion, wrench it back in place, “Now, that’s better. What a blow, right? I was beginning to like you, and then you do a stupid thing like touching my lady. Tell me, do you want to make me a cuck?”