The Primordial Record - Chapter 1729: This Is How We Fight

Chapter 1729: This Is How We Fight

Rowan was frozen in place as everything seemed to slow down. Time seemed to have become non-existent, as what flowed through his mind was not grief or pain; it was something darker… wrath, in its purest form.

The laughter of Primordial Soul came at him slowly, as if the sound were traveling through molasses. Rowan took a step forward, unleashing all the power of his Wills.

His eyes were fixed on Primordial Soul as he began walking towards her. He needed her to see how she was going to die.

For the first time in his life, he honestly stopped holding back. Even when fighting Primordial Soul inside the Origin Land, a part of his consciousness had been in the background, watching and planning, this was how he had learned to fight, always keeping a cool head, even in the midst of crises, but Rowan threw all of that away before a rage that could not be measured with any words in any tongue.

The Will of Time erupted from his body, and Primordial Soul went silent, not because she wanted to, but because she could no longer speak. If Rowan were in a proper state of mind, he would have noticed how Time had properly countered Soul, but he was not.

From the depths of his eyes flashed two gigantic hourglasses filled with the sands of time harvested from Rowan’s dimensional flesh and soul, alongside his Origin Land, since the moment he left Doom Star.

He had never touched this power but did not hesitate to call upon it now.

His Will of Soul Origin was triggered, stronger than it had ever been, and before his eyes the figure of Primordial Soul was stripped naked, the flow of her essence and the core of her being was shown to him, she had no weakness, but Rowan’s rage forced her essence to began to flow to a single direction, and she was starting to fight against him, but she was too slow.

It was as if his knife was already at her throat and her response was being delayed, and that was not only because Rowan’s perception had reached the peak, but the Will of Time was ensuring she could not move, not in time to defend or to save herself from death.

The Will of Elder was activated, and they strengthened his soul body, giving it the tenacity of his dimensional flesh. However, Rowan burned their origin, pulling more power from them than ever before, and his soul form was strengthened until it was equal to that of the Apex Omniversal Titan.

The Will of Elder gave him more than this. Divus focused him, Bahamut clarified, and Ouroboros assured him.

He activated the Will of Destruction, and an orb of pure annihilation appeared over his two palms. He slammed them together, using his Will of Truth to fuse them into a single blade.

On the blade, countless runes began to appear, microscopic in length; all of these were the lesser Wills that Rowan had come across and did not bother adding to his main arsenal.

Will of Pain, Fire, Frost, Hate, Darkness, Light…. Their numbers were beyond counting, and they were all at the eighth-dimensional level!

He had been slowly walking towards her all this time; he did not have to rush the inevitable.

Multiple shockwaves erupted from the body of Primordial Soul as she fought against the Will of Rowan. Her mouth was slowly moving, and her Will was speaking, but why should Rowan bother listening to a soon-to-be-dead Primordial?

“Yyyyoooouuuu ccccaaaannn hhhhaaavvveee…”

The blade in Rowan’s hand was a short sword. As he reached Primordial Soul, his left hand cupped the back of her head, and his right hand placed the blade under her chin.

Rowan allowed her to see the rage inside of him for a brief moment, and then he began pushing the blade upwards into her skull.

Her eyes slowly widened as the tip of the blade pierced through the floor of her mouth, tore through her tongue, and continued upwards until hitting the hard palate, where it was hardly slowed as it continued its journey up to her brain.

“Ttthhheeemmm bbbaaaccckkk…”

Her body went up in flames, burning so hot that the hottest star in Reality would resemble a brief spark when placed in comparison. Like wax, her body began to melt, first her limbs, and slowly her torso. His arms were beginning to burn, and that flame spread across his body, but he could no longer feel the pain of the dissolution of his soul, when his heart was bleeding.

So utterly focused was Rowan on destroying Primordial Soul that it took a while for his mind to reconcile her words in his consciousness,

’You can have them back…’

Like a volcano halting its fury after it had spewed out lava, causing all of that devastation to pause in the air in defiance of gravity or any natural laws, Rowan held back his rage, and he whispered to the half-melted head of Primordial Soul,

“What did you just say?”

The ghoulish face, impaled by a blade with barely any torso hanging on to it grinned at him, “I did not umake all of them, not yet, there are still a small part of them left inside of me, and if you chose to kill me, then what is left of them would fade…be a good boy, leave this place, and you might be surprised what may be left when you return in… lets say a million years from now, deal?”

Rowan’s eyes shook, a profound battle ongoing inside his mind that was driving him crazy. Had he been lying to himself all this time? Did he kill and sacrifice countless lives because he believed that in the end, if he got strong enough, there would be nothing he could not change, no loss that could not be recovered, and no hurt that could not be erased.

Was his entire foundation built on such shallow depths that he had become a monster simply because he could make everything right in the end? If this was not the case, why would he feel such despair at the end of this dream… this hope, that one day he would be worthy of his powers?

The voice that emerged from Rowan was like a dead man speaking, and Primordial Soul’s smile widened as she heard what he was saying,

“If I do this…” he croaked, and the Primordial was about to speak when a firm but gentle masculine voice sounded behind Rowan,

“Then, our sacrifice would have meant nothing, Father. We honor you with our lives because of who you are and the dream you have carried for all of us. Countless lives in so many dead Realities have wished to stand where we are, and for those of us without a voice, this is how we fight!”

Rowan shuddered, a wave of pain that left him weak, “I don’t want to lose all of you, not again.”

“My beautiful boy,” he heard the voice of his mother, as well as her touch, “You have us in your heart.”

Another hand touched his back as Maeve said, “So, you will never lose us.”

Rowan’s shaking eyes steadied, and his aura went cold. Primordial Soul had a look of confusion in her eyes, noticing that Rowan had looked back, but there was no one behind him.

Then he spoke, “You can die now.”

“Eos…No!”

Then there was nothing but pain and the relentless march towards nonexistence.