The Primordial Record novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Clash of Titans (final)

The fireball's descent parted the darkness gushing out of the chest of the creature and sunk into its chest, where it disappeared, and then like the dawn of a new day, silver flames erupted from the creature.

It came with so much force that the fire rose up well over three hundred feet. It was a pillar of flames that bore through the ceiling of the temple and drove Rowan back.

The floor around the creature was depressed into a bowl, as the surrounding floor simply evaporated. The shriek from the creature ceased, as the pillar of flames began to lessen.

Suddenly, a figure leapt out of the glowing crater, it was covered in flames and had only a single leg, it landed on that leg and turned to Rowan, and it shrieked again, its lower jaw extended until it fell off, cutting out its screams.

The figure shook and waved the stumps of its arms, as if trying to put out the stubborn flames, it nearly fell before it steadied and tried to run on a single leg.

The creature did not go far, it could only hop five times, each time it landed, pieces of it fell off; it made weird sounds from its throat, as it attempted to jump for the sixth time, but Rowan Axe was waiting for it.

The blow dug deep into its forehead, Rowan silently cursing at the hardness of the bones, but the blow had revealed the hidden darkness inside the head, and it was rapidly consumed by the encroaching silver flames, finally, the creature fell.

The flames slowly began to die down, and Rowan peered down at the burning figure. It was now burnt to charcoal, and all the surface flesh had been turned to ash, except some stubborn patch of muscles, and the exposed bones glowed white-hot.

What was left of it was a glowing skeleton, eyes that were now black holes and pieces of squirming viscera.

Yet, this creature still moved. In its eyes were the growing runes, and they were near eighty percent completion.

Rowan stepped on the Shadow, its movement was weak and slow, but Rowan knew that could change in a heartbeat if the runes in its eyes were completed.

He raised Envy up and swung down on the skull of the creature. Envy dug maybe two inches deep, Rowan forcefully pulled back the weapon, the skull seemingly holding it fast, but with his strength and Envy's vibrational force, he pulled it out.

Rowan was amazed at the tenacity of this creature. It was still fighting. It tried to bring the burnt stumps of its arms and legs to push Rowan off.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Rowan replied to its stubbornness with more blows from Envy, The sounds of the fallen weapon were like thunder. At the seventh blow he had nearly cut the skull in two, that was when he heard a sigh.

"Wait…. My sweet boy!"

Rowan did not pause. "I am not your boy."

Three more blows separated the skull in two. And the dull twang of the Sigils snapping was such a beautiful sound to him.

He felt an unknown weight drop off his Spirit, and he could not help but roar. He had taken the first step towards his freedom, he kept his elation aside as a new sensation struck him, it was of hunger… An intense hunger like nothing he had ever felt before.

It came from an unidentified location inside his body, and it was very infuriating, it was like a phantom pitch he was unable to scratch. He scrubbed through all his consciousness to drag it out of him.