The Primordial Record

Chapter 1218: Hatred Beyond The Grave



From the dissipating arrow in Rowan's hand came a low groan, and unexpectedly a chuckle that kept growing until it became full-blown laughter, then the voice of the Eye of Time emerged from it, and the voice it used was so familiar, that it made Rowan grow cold as fury that could burn a universe course through his soul.

"Everything is going wrong for me? Oh, child, you are so fucking wrong, and it's time you learn, let me school you again on not underestimating your enemy."

The eyes of the realm above that were launching the red tribulation lightning of destruction had suffered from unleashing such energies without holding back, at first the four massive eyes in the sky were green, then they turned red before with a mighty roar of outrage, all four eyes collapsed, destruction could not be controlled, only channeled, and even its channel, no matter how durable would inevitably break apart.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Rowan was not even looking at the skies, all his attention was fixed on the mighty crater left behind by the endless blasts from the tribulation lightning. Darkness and remnants of red lightning filled the crater and then someone inside that maelstrom of destruction clapped, and the chaos vanished.

Rowan took a step back, he could not help himself, inside that crater, smiling at him was Elura,

"Did you think you would not see me again, boy?"

From behind Elura, came the voice of his most hated enemy, and a hand came from behind his smiling mother and wrapped itself around her throat, she closed her eyes and smiled, and sort of bent her head as if she was resting her head on the hand wrapped around her throat.

A figure made of darkness appeared behind her, and at first, the only thing that Rowan could see was sharp gleaming teeth like those of a crocodile that soon resolved itself into a face that was ninety percent similar to his own as the Third Prince smiled at him, before he gently frowned,

"Oh, don't worry about the Eye, it is a bit stunned by the realm and we have time to chat before it takes me again. It's been a while boy, are you still chasing this rat race of power? I have to say, I am a bit disappointed. We all pray for powerful enemies, and it would be a shame if the enemy that could kill me, remains mediocre."

All these while as he was speaking, second hand wrapped around Elura and with a vicious snap and twist that crushed her spine to powder, he tore her in two, separating the top half of her torso from her waist and her bottom half, he disposed at the side like thrash, weirdly she was still smiling.

Overhead the eyes of the world were beginning to reappear, they knew that their work was not complete, and in their fury, what would be coming would be a hundred times worse.

"So you are willing to be playing such silly games while your death descends?" Rowan pointed out,

The Third Prince grinned, "Come on boy, you should know me better than this."

"Yes," Rowan frowned, "I do know you." he looked up at the sky at the hundreds of eyes that were being created, "What are you going to do to this realm."

Cracking his neck, the Third Prince guffawed, "You know me..." he held up the half of bleeding Elura's torso upwards to the sky, "...nothing good."

The beautiful smiling face of Elura suddenly contorted into that of a horrifying hag, seemingly aging a thousand years in a second and her eyes flew open and she shrieked.

From her eyes and mouth came a bright white light that traveled up to the clouds, piercing through the threshold separating the lower realms and the higher ones, and reached to the highest of heavens where it touched the hundreds of opening eyes, and to Rowan's surprise, the eyes of the realm seemed to become drowsy and they struggled to open to no avail.

The Third Prince let go of the neck of Elura and she hung in the air, the stream of light emerging from her eyes and mouth not ceasing, but it would seem that the strain of holding back the entire realm was causing damage to her body as it was rapidly shrinking, but in the time scale that these beings worked with, the eyes of the realm might as well be permanently locked down.

Touching his forehead with his index finger, the flesh beneath his finger wiggled and parted, revealing the true form of the Eye of Time that was in the shape of a cube, and from the emanations from the Eye, it appeared to be drowsy as well

"Do you know why I lost against you and why this useless bundle of Primordial flesh is following my fallen path? It is not because I underestimated you, no no no no, towards the end I stopped doing something so foolish. The reason we lost against you was because you have a unique way of thinking that can turn shit into gold. Are you doubting me? Look at the foolish Democles overhead, laid low by the power of dreams."

Rowan cocked his head to the side and looked away from the Third Prince to the closed eyes overhead that were vibrating with a rhythmic frequency like they were indeed in deep slumber, Rowan was surprised that the Eye of Time was able to unleash power that could control a realm as powerful as Doom Star, but when he recalled that the Will of this realm was fractured by the Primordials, he could understand how the Eye of Time had been able to manipulate it,

"I don't recall dreams being a part of the power you control," Rowan asked the Third Prince. "It not," the Third Prince smiled, "yet, I don't recall deceiving a realm was amongst one of the skillsets present in the bloodline of Time, and yet you are able to effortlessly achieve something like that. When I drew my last breath I kept thinking, everything you are achieving is fucking impossible, and yet, here you are, doing the same thing over and over again. The Eye of Time was arrogant, it did not listen to me when I told it that to win we have to be like you, now it has learned a powerful lesson."

The Third Prince looked upwards at the closed eyes and grinned, "The Eye of Time had slumbered for countless eternities, and in all those times it was dreaming, of course everything that it dreams about would give even you nightmares, but if it could dream for all that time, then who more than it could understand what it meant to dream."

He touched the Eye of Time on his forehead and it lit up in a purple glow as awareness returned to it,

"I am dead Rowan, but I have learned enough from you. You've killed me, but even as a corpse, my hatred for you is enough for me to push back the veil of death, and throw a wrench in any of your plans. So my boy..."

The voice of the Third Prince emerged from the purple four-cornered eye in his forehead, "...do you miss me?"