The Primordial Record

Chapter 1187: Did You See It



The mound of molten metal had reappeared behind one of the Calamity gods and it had been thoroughly destroyed in a split moment. Every slice through its body had been accompanied by an extremely sharp Ascendant essence that had been weaved together with Rowan's tyrannical soul energy whose effect had banished every strand of un-life inside the body of this Calamity god.

With Rowan's quick movement, the molten Ascendant body of his had become molded over his fiery soul like a suit of armor, except it was not very pleasant to look at, not because it was not aesthetically pleasing but because it was filled with an Aura of incomparable menace, born out of his rage.

With the power of his soul that had reached the level where it could affect reality around him, these changes to the armor were borne out of anger. A wave of anger from a being of Rowan's stature was no longer a simple affair, for his power of creation had now been bent to a single purpose, which was slaughter. There could no longer be any more hidden machinations, he had run out of time, this was the message that his new instincts were screaming at him.

The Ascendant body was no longer shaped like a spike or a molten mound, it was now roughly humanoid, a golden giant of about three hundred feet with long and deep streaks running throughout its frame as if the previous movements of Rowan had created them. Whatever flames the Calamity gods had used on him did not dissipate, as if held bound by his rage, the metal was red hot, glowing like lava and it was being constantly corroded, causing the armor to release dull hissing sounds.

Glowing golden flakes drifted out of it like a heavy cloud of smoke, and this partially restricted the view of the armor, when Rowan moved, he left a trail of golden smoke behind that left permanent trails in reality, never to dissipate. Standing still this trail of golden smoke ascended behind him like a large cape with every motion he made affecting its movements, and even though he was standing here for only a moment the smoke had already traveled thousands of feet into the air, as it slowly billowed under the winds of time.

Like a fallen deity from before the Primordial Era, his presence smothered everything around, and even the Calamity gods seemed to be struck by awe, the Shiik had collapsed on her knees.

Rowan brought one massive smoking hand upwards and observed it, "This should hold for a few months, barely enough time, but now I have my mobility."

This was Rowan's choice, he was willing to sacrifice the potential of his Ascendant body to become mobile once again. He might not be able to pierce through the Realm using the backdoor as he had wanted, but with the power of his soul, he was no longer helpless.

He had gotten used to working behind in the shadows, and it was necessary in order for him to survive, but there would always come a time when his back would be placed against a wall, and his attempts to remain low-key would have no more meaning. At that time it was not he who should be afraid, it was his enemies.

Rowan had great power, and he was fastidious in his attempts to always hold himself back. It was rare for him to ever push himself to the limits of destruction he was capable of, and sometimes it was easy to forget how terrifying he could be.

His gaze turned towards the Calamity gods-his Tribulation, now useless to him, and Rowan pointed the golden hand he had just been observing at them and spread out his fingers, each of his hands holding twelve fingers.

On the tips of each finger the air began to twist and fragment and twelve glowing orbs that were as small as a mustard seed appeared in front of each, they combined in a mystical fashion and what was left was ninety-nine glowing orbs with colors that were close to purple yet its hue was indescribable for it did not exist in any spectrum of light, glancing at the Calamity gods who had wasted to time after they had shaken the awe that had gripped them and was charging at him, he whispered,

"Mongrels, do you know the color of Time? Let me show you..."

The swirling orbs were launched from his fingers and they buried themselves inside the bodies of the Calamity gods, this was despite the fact that the charging gods saw them coming and struck at them with their weapons, but the orbs had easily passed through the weapons as if they did not exist, which in a manner that was truly the case.

To a normal observer what happened next would be described as instantaneous, but in the perception of Rowan and those at this level of power, it could as well have taken place over hours.

Rowan dropped his hand and watched the Calamity gods, at first their speed was terrifying but it began to decrease in an incremental manner. The Calamity gods were slowing down, but as they did their bodies began to erupt with a glowing red color as their Aura was being burnt a million times faster than normal.

As they got slower, their bodies began to burn brighter until it was as if ninety-nine red suns had been born inside this space, and faster than was normal, this light began to dim, and when it did the Calamity gods were revealed.

Their pace had slowed to a crawl, and their heavily muscled bodies that were previously filled with power and vitality were now parched, their multiple glowing eyes now resembled a field of dry leather, and they all took one more step before they stopped moving.

That last step shook away the flesh from their bodies, all of which collapsed into ashes, and except for their black bones which stood in the air, a monument of the burning golden deity in front of them, Rowan's tribulation had ended.

"Did you see it..."

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After ridding himself of the Shadows of the Primordial of Time, Rowan had now become the first person to control the Will of Time, and if this power was placed in the hands of a normal person, it would be extremely notable, but in the hands of Rowan, it became something heretical.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Inside his body were 33,000 streams of time, and every time he upgraded his power of Will, his knowledge and control over these streams of time broadened and deepened.

While everyone else had to make do with one single stream of time, they could only use its powers not manipulate it as easily as Rowan who had the Will for it.

What he had done to the Calamity gods was simple, he had taken out ninety-nine of the fastest streams of time from his coffers-now understanding why the ability was called Time Vault, and he sent it into the body of the gods, the first pure attack involving Time, naturally these gods were not able to block it, given enough time they might figure out ways to do so, they were creatures of Will after all, but that time would never come.