The Primordial Record novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Sight of The Blind

These series of events happened in a tenth of a second:

Rowan took one look at her and his eyes exploded, he grunted as his body was hurled backwards by a crushing force, and he began to disintegrate, his Ouroboros Serpent wrapped around him, creating a wall of flesh around him.

But soon, the two of them roared in pain, as they slowly turned to ash. This also happened to the two other Serpents outside this place.

The surroundings seemed to shimmer as if they were underwater, and black lightning filled the entire space leaving deep tears in space, and the world groaned and began bleeding Aether.

A sound like the cries of a thousand dying angels filled the air, before silence prevailed.

The moment ended.

The goddess vanished.

But the horror had just begun.

Rowan had only glimpsed the goddess with his vision, but that alone was enough to not only tear his flesh apart, but branded the image in his mind like a virus infecting a cell.

He could not understand the image he saw, only that, its existence inside his mind was corroding all his thoughts and personality. He used his meager spirit to fight back, but it was consumed in a fraction of a second.

His scattered flesh turned into hundreds of giant bats made of gold, and they screeched before turning to dust. His body quickly regenerated only to be scattered to pieces, and those pieces birth different lifeforms that did not live for more than a few seconds.

Rowan's arms exploded, turning into a herd of white and yellow zebras who neighed sorrowfully as they turned to dust, his spine became massive crocodiles dozens of feet longs, they also died and it continued endlessly.

His consciousness was under intense pain, and at every passing moment he was inching towards death, as the destruction of his body was not ceasing and his Spirit was being stretched to a breaking point.

The four Ouroboros Serpents were reborn inside his heart, and they all shared the burden, giving him a small chance to gather himself and consider his options.

There was no time, else Rowan would be busy slapping himself. When something as powerful as the Primordial Record says to look away, it probably was the wisest option to follow that simple instruction.

He did not think he was being too harsh on himself, he had to become used to making split second decisions without wasting too much time thinking about those decisions.

Of course, the Primordial Record could have given him more time, but would his enemies do the same? Besides, he could not be sure if the Primordial Record had to do what it did as a matter of urgency.

This was all his fault, and he had to fight to survive through this somehow.

The image of the goddess was only present for an instant before it was dispersed by the Primordial Record, and if he had looked away, he would have been safe, but not only did he not just look at the goddess, he had also used his Spatial Sight, branding that image into his Spirit.