The Primordial Record - Chapter 1562 1562: Cold Days (5)
To ensure that Endirius would not easily see through his plans, Rowan had not reduced his influence outside Revah’s body to nothing; everything he observed came from her memory and soul.
He was aware that such a thing would leave glaring holes in his observational capabilities, but this was a shortcoming that he felt he could manage; his concern was for Endirius alone and stealing the Flame that was right in front of him, and he had disregarded the six Mages here with him.
This was a great mistake.
Six of the Mages here exploded with power equal to that of Old Ones alongside Revah, and a brief moment of surprise passed across their features as they all discovered that every one of them had kept such great secrets inside before they all turned their attention to Endirius and they attacked.
Rowan wanted to curse out in frustration. He had overlooked the greediness for power inherent in the hearts of all immortals.
The same way that Revah had found an opportunity to become an Old One was the same process all the mages here beside her had taken, but he was only in control of one of them. The remaining six must have fallen into the grasp of other powerful entities; most likely, they had the presence of Primordials behind them.
It was not as if a part of him had not anticipated such a thing. If he could do the same thing to Revah, then the possibility that the other Primordials spread their influence must have done the same thing in many dimensions.
However, Rowan believed that his methods of attaching himself to the souls of his target were unique. This meant that he should have been an overt competitor in this fight, but the problem here fell under the greed of immortals.
Before they had attacked, Rowan had seen the look that passed through the faces of these mages, and it was one of delight.
Endirius had kept them under his thumb for so long, and even though, with various hidden opportunities, they had all become Old Ones, the fear of the Supreme Magus was ingrained in their blood, and they did not challenge his rule. This would most likely be the case if nothing had changed in Reality.
Yet everything had changed, and every mage here knew with the power of Primordial Essence flooding Reality, the chance for them to rise had arrived, and they no longer had to bow and scrape to a single being anymore; this was their chance to rise. And so they attacked Endirius.
Once activated, the teleportation process could not be stopped. Revah’s soul was too delicate to handle the stress of such a thing, but the attacks of the six Old Ones shattered space and time, which was deliberate. None of them wanted Endirius to escape.
Six mighty streams of power blasted into Endirius, and Revah only released a pale milky light of Teleportation that was supposed to wrap around the Oracle, but in this instance, it could cover only half his body.
In this instance, the entire space seemed to freeze; the six mages who had attacked Endirius looked at Revah in surprise, not knowing the reason why she would attempt teleportation in an environment like this one.
Revah could only shake her head in helplessness as her soul began to collapse, and she fell on her face, a step away from death. Her sacrifice still yielded results because the teleportation was able to tear the Oracle in two, his lower half vanishing into Reality.
This shattered space might have stopped an Old One from teleporting, but not Rowan, and if Revah’s soul were strong enough, then he would not have felt any hindrances in his operation.
Before the last of Revah’s soul collapsed, he could hear the voice of Endirius,
“So, you are the thief. Romion, do you walk with them, or do they hold your chains?”
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Andar would have loved to imagine that he would quickly get over the shock of meeting an entity that he greatly suspected had exceeded the level of an Old One, that he was standing before a ninth-dimensional being, not a Primordial but something else….
He would have loved to imagine that with his extraordinary talents and bloodlines, he would shrug off the shock in his heart in mere moments, but the truth was that he could hardly think.
The weight of existence that this man carried, even when it had been utterly suppressed, left Andar in a daze, and the only thing he could do was to follow the instructions he gave as he experimented on the bodies.
With his connection to the outside world, Andar knew that he had been standing here for three days, a blink of an eye, yet it still felt like forever.
A shrill scream made him shiver into focus, and he saw a shiny golden thread being extracted from the body of Revah by the man; his face was a picture of sheer focus as he slowly extracted the golden thread, and immediately, Andar could sense the presence of Rowan in that thread.
‘No, I cannot let him have this thread,’ he screamed inside his heart. This being is not Endirius. Rowan should not have the capabilities to stand against him at this time. If he gains a hidden advantage over him, then this could lead to disaster.’
This could be his only opportunity to make any meaningful change because the hands of this man were tied down at this moment.
Andar did not know where he found the resolve; the entirety of his body and soul knew that he was helpless against this man, but he still needed to make a move, and his only choice was to detonat…
“Do not bother trying to kill yourself,” even while focused on the golden thread that he was pulling out of Revah, the man seemed to have understood Andar’s intention, “it will not help.”
Andar’s eyes widened, and he smiled,
“Just because you say it so doesn’t mean I have to believe you.”
With a mental tug, Andar shattered his soul.
