The Primordial Record - #249 - 249 The Greed of Erohim

Rowan was familiar with the sensation of Ascension, as he did not know of anyone who could claim to be able to ascend their State of Change or Techniques as quickly as he could. Nevertheless, he still treasured these moments.

He observed the Berserker Skill Tree inside his Mental Space, as it shook and began to unfold, as the branches on it flourished in an expansive pattern, outside his body, a phantom of a bleeding tree hundreds of feet tall appeared behind him.

At the root of the tree were slight bumps that a closer look would reveal to be skulls, hundreds of them crowded together, and the blood pouring down the trees flowed into their gaping eye sockets.

The burst of information that this Ascension brought him was considerable, and it encompassed many new and varied subjects that surprised Rowan in it scope, when it came together, Rowan gained a new understanding about what the Berserker Aspect was, and the knowledge floored him.

The Berserker Aspect was not just a battle technique, that was the least of its function, It was also a key that could lead to godhood and even beyond, but it was an entirely different power system from the bloodline system practiced by the gods.

This path to power must be infinitely more difficult to upgrade than the bloodline path, but with high comprehension, it was possible that a genius that was not so talented in the bloodline system could grow powerful by cultivating an Aspect.

This technique should be among the reason why the Tiberius the God of War should be so powerful, if he had upgraded these techniques to the god level, it would be an impressive achievement.

There was so much information given to him by the upgrade of this Aspect, he would have to explore it for more uses later, but for now… it was a pleasant surprise, but it was not his goal at the moment.

Rowan created his new clone using Combo Attack. It slowly assembled itself before him, different from any summoned clones before, this one seemed as if it were being born, and not a clone made from energy.

Dull cracks sounded as bones, blood, and muscles grew out of thin air and his copy stood before him. Tall and strong, with blond hair reaching his waist. It was clad only in a golden belt, with white silken clothe hanging down the belt to his knees.

Rowan did not use his Aether to clothe it, or His Enrage technique to armor it, he wanted to see how well it would fare on its own, and he was pleasantly surprised by its appearance. Even without placing anybody his consciousness inside the clone, it was semi aware, and could process knowledge from the world around it, but it was strictly a creature bred for battle.

Every single inch of this body, was primed for slaughtering its foes.

The clone lasted for twelve seconds before it was driven to its knees and the left part of its body was frozen and cracked into pieces, while the right side combusted into ashes. It was done cleanly with no spill over from the heat and cold, cleanly bisected into two. Before it vanished, Rowan detected rage in its eyes, which surprised him.

He was not discouraged by the result of the clone’s performance under the pressure of the god, but the opposite, he had expected worse, and he had not even truly utilized the ability to its true potential, and so Rowan set to do so.

He activated Combo Attack three times, and instead of three clones, he could now stack them on each other, creating one super clone, the result was the Combo Attack clone grew up to eight feet, and its serpentine eyes turned red like blood, as a faint smell of blood surrounded it.

It was not over, and then Rowan activated Enrage three times and the clone was clothed with thick red armor decorated with wicked spikes decorating the shoulders and elbows, he gave it Aether and a black and purple cloak flared out beside it.

Before Rowan was a God of War.

Rowan spoke through the clone,”You will hear me Erohim, for I am not your enemy but your ally, and my words will convince you of that. But if you insist on following this path, then I shall kill you, and free your muddled mind from its torment.”

“A RAT THAT WANT TO CLAIM THE FEAT OF A GOD. IS THAT IT? I EXPECTED MORE. FOR TRESPASSING ON MY SOVEREIGN AUTHORITY, I SHALL MAKE YOUR DEATH NOT BE AN EASY ONE!”

If the attack from Erohim before was a slight breeze on the shore of a beach that would gently stir your hair, now it became the full wave crashing down on him, and this attack came with a Spiritual side to it as he attacked him from two fronts.

Rowan Combo Attack Berserker Clone disappeared with an angered roar, and his own body began to break apart as golden light shone inside the crack. Part of Rowan’s insides were revealed and it resembled a vast universe bleached with gold. His bones glowed and the grains that represented his new blood zoomed around inside his body like fireflies, it was an astonishing sight.

“WHAT ARE YOU? ARE YOU A CONSTRUCT OF VOLGIM? WHAT IN ALL CREATION ARE YOU MADE OF?”

The pressure attempted to enter his Mental Space, but it was denied, but the pressure kept ramping up, and horrid cracking sounds began to emerge from inside his Mental Space. Unlike before when he was at the Legendary State, his Mental Space was now far more vast and stronger, and it would be impossible for the attacks of Rico that easily pierced his Mental Space before, to now kill him.

“YOU HAVE A DIVINE LEVEL MENTAL SPACE, AND IT IS VAST. SUCH A WASTE FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU.”

Rowan was quiet, after bringing his Berserker Aspect to the next level, it was as if he entered a catatonic state, and he was non–responsive.

“I SHALL TAKE THIS BODY FROM YOU. WITH IT, I MAY ACCOMPLISH SOME OF MY TASKS, AND IT SHOULD SERVE AS AN ABLE RECOMPENSE FOR THE TROUBLE YOU HAVE CAUSED ME. NOW DIE!”