The Primordial Record

A Berserker Clone appeared before the weakened dragon, who was on the verge of merging into the shadows, Vraegar must have decided to flee and seek to heal in someplace else. The wounds of the dragon had stopped erupting not because the technique had run its course, but Vraegar’s vitality had been stretched until it was broken.

Rowan stretched forth his hand and an invisible, gigantic telekinetic hand grabbed Vraegar. He also incorporated his Smash Technique into the hand, and with it inclusion he created a gigantic hand that appeared to be made of flowing blood.

His Knowledge Well was working overtime, and with every passing second, all his techniques were witnessing visible improvements as it continually deduce all of Rowan techniques he only had to apply it in order to verify the deductions of his Knowledge Well.

Of course, this all depended on a stable and powerful energy source, which was his Aether and unfortunately, he could only allocate ten percent of his total Aether to Knowledge Well at this time, and it was a shame that Knowledge Well could only accept his Aether and not his Vitality, the same way that Astrolabe was able to.

With the increase in his Avatar of Eve bloodline level to Incarnation, it had strengthened his Telekinesis Field once more. Even though he was exerting the force through a Berserker Clone, thereby weakening it by a large amount, it was still enough to seize it by the neck and drag it away from the shadow, slamming the dragon back to the ground with a loud rumble which was topped by the pained scream from Vraegar.

His Palace of Ice was still growing even with the diamond-like covering over it and Eve was curled up in the ground beside his throne moaning in pain, he did not include her in his plans but expected that when she finished evolving with his bloodline to the Peak of Incarnation, she would definitely be a great help to him because she was his backup!

At this time, he was nearly 223,000 Soul Points into the bloodline and he was halfway to its completion. Rowan’s body had stopped shrinking, perhaps due to the pressure on his Palace of Ice by the god’s Soul he was not upgrading his bloodline at a fast enough speed, and the devouring of his Ouroboros Serpents and his bloodline upgrades seemed to reach an equilibrium and therefore he still maintained the same size.

Vraegar growled as black blood poured from his mouth, he turned to look at Rowan. hate and despair in equal measures colored the dragon’s gaze, “Well played father, you have used the hands of another to solve the problems you are too weak to resolve. Don’t expect me to beg for your…. Wait! What are you doing?”

If this were another time, Rowan would have sought to discuss with this Dragon, and glean whether it could be of use to him or not, maybe he would have tried to convince the Dragon to come with him because Rowan felt that Vraegar was the pinnacle among all the creatures borne from his flesh, and he would be willing to see how far this dragon could go.

He was not a murderous psychopath who craved power for power’s sake, he was just an unwilling player in a game in which he could hardly comprehend the stakes.

Aware of his ticking time, he used the features of Knowledge Well and his Empyrean Sight to deeply scan through the body of Vraegar, who in its weakened state, had no way to defend against that move.

As if he was peeling an onion to get to the insides, the dragon’s body was being opened to his scrutiny, as he peered beyond his scales and his muscles and bones to know all the secrets of its make-up. Vraegar body unconsciously shuddered at that intense violation.

Knowledge well showed him the center of Vraegar’s bloodline which was his heart, and deep inside the heart of Vraegar was a bone in the shape of a sleeping infant—This was Rowan’s finger bone that had been transformed by the power of his bloodline.

The hand of blood penetrated through the massive holes in Vraegar’s body and wrapped around the finger bone, and Rowan began to pull.

“Stop it…. AAHHHH!!!” If the cries of Vraegar before was a whimper, now it was a full on scream as the dragon went mad with pain. It suddenly turned around and tried attacking the clone using a biting lunge as if it was a blood lusted shark, and Rowan’s clone dodged it by using Dash, the Berserker technique, making him appears to teleport around the body of the dragon.

“Enough!” Rowan’s eyes went cold as he sacrificed his left arm, using a technique similar to Eruption and pushed all the power generated into his telekinetic energy, tripling the force he exerted in an instant.

The shock and pain his actions caused made the body of Vraegar to seize and he began to convulse as blood poured from every hole in his body like a waterfall.

The Finger Bone began to shift and finally started to move away from the heart of the dragon. This seemed to cause the dragon so much pain, its mouth was opened in a silent cry as its eyes bulged out from their sockets and he wept blood.

When it seemed Vraegar had been pushed to the limits of pain his body could ever withstand, suddenly the eyes of the dragon below went cold as a familiar sensation emanated from his body, that was similar to those of Rowan, it was the small portion of its Empyrean blood that was beginning to rebel.

In its short span of life, Vraegar had lived as a conqueror, yet this last few moments of its life was testing it beyond what it could have ever imagined, and the madness inside an Empyrean blood began to arise.

With a roar of rage that came from the Dragon that was different from any other it had made in its entire life. This was its first roar as an Empyrean, and the sound of it was both hypnotic and terrifying.