The Primordial Record novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Clash of Titans (4)

This darkness was similar to the one he first encountered inside the Control Hub. No, this was worse because he was directly in front of its origin.

The pulsating mass in front of him seemed to be one with darkness, and its presence had drained all light from the world. It was total darkness that was akin to black tar, it actively prohibited all light, leaving only a void, empty of all but… Evil!

What else would you call darkness that seemed to glory in pain and despair? The screams that were coming from the Sigils were silent because the darkness was consuming them. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Inside this darkness made him feel like he was inside the jaws of a foul beast, and instead of eating him, it was tasting his fear, sucking them down and relishing every drop.

But Rowan was not the same man he once was, his heart was also empty like the void, but where this darkness was filled with wickedness, despair, lamentations and foulness, his void was just deep, possessing an unfathomable depth beyond reason. The darkness could only taste the fear from the Sigils, not him.

Rowan willed it, and released Bone Rot. A tongue of green flame appeared on his palm, and he slowly fed essence to the flame, making it grow and expand.

He almost had to push the flames with his will before it would grow, for the darkness was refusing any light to pass through, but what Rowan had in abundance was essence, his vitality was an unquenchable torch.

It was not a matter of if the flame could burn the darkness, for him, it was only how much vitality was needed.

With every growth in his bloodline, Rowan always had to reevaluate his baseline, when he was a mortal, releasing all his vitality was equal to maybe half a percent of his current life-force. His Constitution had increased thousands of times over, and it showed in his ever-increasing essence store.

Throughout his fights, even with Augustus, he had never gone beyond twenty percent of his essence being released at once, there were two reasons for that, the first was that he mostly released his essence from his hands into his weapon or technique, so he only had to release the essence generated in his arms alone.

The second reason was that he lacked control over his essence. If he were to release all his essence at once, it would be like a flood, it would escape from every spot in his body in an uncontrollable manner, it would serve no purpose.

This also affected his magical techniques too, like the flames, but they were easier to manage because unlike pushing his essence through his body, he only had to funnel his essence to the magical technique inside his Spirit.

Technically, he should have no drawbacks in releasing all his essence into a particular technique, but he was held back by his Spirit, he could unleash all the vitality in the world but if his Spirit could not handle the strain, it would harmlessly scatter the technique.

If he wanted to reach his full potential, then he must be able to unleash all of his essence in a controlled manner, it would instantly multiply his might to an unknown degree, but that was something for the future.

Rowan began pouring vitality into Bone Rot, and the flame responded with a growing whoosh, the darkness could no longer press down on the flames, and it began to brighten and grew even larger.

When the flames were at least six feet across and large as a cow, he released it, and guided it with his Spirit, the bright flames went above him, releasing emerald light that pushed back the darkness.

The light revealed the two heads of the Ouroboros Serpents behind him, they were on his right and left, and their heads were so enormous, only a small portion of their snouts could be clearly seen, and their massive eyes glowing through the darkness.

The green flame also revealed the cocoon, which was releasing a constant stream of darkness, most likely it was a defensive mechanism against him.