The Primordial Record - #529 - 529 Infiltrator

A subtle wave that Rowan could barely notice, but he understood as luck began to fill his Mental Space and slowly seeped into his flesh.

Intent was a power that only those at the level of Gods, Archamges, and Demon Princes and above should have access to, and there were many mysteries to this mysterious power that met the eye.

Was it possible that another method of growing stronger at this level was from harvesting Fate? This should be the method the other gods grow their power, unlike the gods of Trion who had access to other ways of growing stronger.

Fate seemed to serve as a method for gods to accelerate the methods their bloodlines and abilities grow. He would be learning more about this power, it was unique and now that he had access to it, soon he would fully control it.

Unfortunately, such details about this power were not collected by him inside the Ancient Library. It had a positive effect on his bloodline and Rowan wanted to understand all he could about it.

He did not need Fate to grow his abilities, he doubted there was anyone who could develop their abilities faster than he could, but if his bloodline could feed on it, then its importance was paramount.

Rowan suddenly had a thought, ‘Wait, maybe Eva would have an idea about what this all meant after all the method she used to awaken her Intent is still a mystery to me, and I don’t even know the grade of her Intent.’

Rowan summoned her to him, and when she appeared a few hundred feet from Rowan, his Ouroboros Serpents began making a low hissing sound that would make an Archmage’s leg shake from fright. Rowan sent several consoling thoughts to his Serpents before they allowed her to come closer.

Eva however did not come too close, only taking a single step closer, the Ouroboros Serpents seemed to be satisfied with her gesture of deference and they settled down, their eyes staring deep into reality, guarding against any threat.

So it was not too surprising to Rowan when his One-Eyed Ouroboros Serpent suddenly struck out into midair and dragged a screaming figure out of the ripped space.

The bleeding figure was clad in starlight and appeared to be a youth of sixteen, his body brightened up and Rowan knew intuitively that he was about to escape, he shot out two beams of his Black Aether at the figure from his eyes, who became frozen in place, half of his body already merged in space.

“Eva!” Rowan yelled, but she was already moving, weaving trails of shadows in the air, she cried out softly, “Trzarok Schiyuh!”

Rowan understood what she said, and it was similar to the intonation used by the Narghal Tyrant, but this one was older, she said, “Space Lock!”

The surrounding space seemed to fluctuate like ripples on the surface of a lake, and then seemingly solidified into diamond.

Except for Rowan and Eva, everything here had frozen in place for five hundred feet all around, even time seemed to be moving far more slowly.

Rowan’s eyes blazed with golden flames replacing the black Aether from his Primordial Sea of Darkness, his fury was growing cold when he realized that this figure trying to escape was a god.

One that he recognized.

His Knowledge Well quickly retrieved the details of this god, Murrihm, The Star Gazer, a Minor god known for his stealth and evasiveness.

This was one of the gods of the Cerulean Galaxy.

What Rowan was most worried about at the early stages was whether there was anyone who could slip through the blockade he had over this region, he had many countermeasures against that event happening, but he knew if there was anyone who could do so, it would be this god!

Rowan had information about every god in the Cerulean Galaxy, and he could almost accurately trace the moment his cover was broken, which should have been a month back when he pulled out all his Consciousness to collect every information that was stored in the Golden Book.

‘So, this is the price I had to pay to collect this great power?’ Rowan had been slowly gathering evidence of all events that had been happening to him in the past till now, and he had been gathering various pieces of evidence, but he pushed that line of thought to the side for now.

War was here.

The blockade he had set up was opened, and for this god to have found his way into his chambers, must have taken some time, most likely a month, his chambers were guided by Angels who never slept, and Murrihm must have carefully worked his way through the void to avoid any slip, else he would have been caught.

Rowan almost marveled at the daring of the god, indeed any being that could reach this level was not simple.

Suddenly the short time frame he gave himself was shorter, and he could only hope Murrihm would not have sent valuable information back to the gods of this galaxy, else he would find himself in a war that would prove more tricky to fight than he had previously anticipated.

Immediately releasing his Ouroboros Serpent to prowl through the entirety of the palace, he released five thousand Angels to roam the surrounding space for millions of miles, before concentrating on the frozen god before him.

He could not imprison this god inside his Ice forever, because it was also slowly killing him, and Rowan would have preferred that outcome but killing the fleshy body of a god was useless, as he could simply channel more essence from his Divine Kingdom and heal any damages taken, or he could simply recreate his body in his Divine Kingdom.

Plans were now rushing at him very fast, but he was cool and collected, his many consciousness pillars working quickly as he began to access all the information he had available to him.

The report from his Serpents and the Angels was that there were no other intruders and Rowan was silent for a while in thought before he asked Eva,

“Tell me all you know about Intent, specifically at the Silver Grade and above.”