The Primordial Record novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Sight of the Blind (final)

Rowan laughed, "I thought you first offered partnership, Lamia, but now I see you for what you truly are. You wish to replace the chains I took off with yours? What makes you think I would let you?"

"Forgive me, Rowan Kuranes. Some conclusions are set in stone. I cannot give up this present opportunity before me."

"Keep your words inside your heart, Lamia. I can never forgive you for wishing to enslave me. I will fight you until the last."

Lamia sighed, and she blinked her eyes, and the rumbling of the collapsing Nexus stilled, as the Light behind Rowan went out. He did not need to turn to know the Portal behind him had been deactivated.

Lamia smiled, "I can control Aether… you, however, cannot. Not yet, at least. Now, would you come willingly, or do I have to break you to keep you?"

Rowan's face changed, many expressions passing through his countenance, as he was assailed by pure panic, he raised his Axe and charged at Lamia's champion with a cry of despair.

He attacked like a storm, using every single bit of Attributes allowed to him. Envy let out shrill metallic cries as Rowan swung the weapon like a whirlwind.

Lamia's Champion was faster and stronger, he elegantly dodged every single blow directed at him, his long white hair flowing around him like mist, creating enchanting lines in the air, and Lamia eyes were opened with glee as she watched Rowans struggles.

"Give up Rowan Kuranes." Lamia crooned, "Your path to salvation is gone, every moment you waste is assuredly the closer the hands of death comes to you."

"Fu"k you Lamia, I shall kill you and all of your sisters!" Rowan growled and increased the motions of his Axe.

Lamia countenance changed, and the air turned frosty, "Fine. I shall tear you apart slowly, until you beg me for the leash. I would flay every single inch of your flesh with a thousand small cuts, I shall breed your descendants and make them consume your liver for all eternity, and you would beg me for salvation."

"Bring it, Abomination!" Rowan gestures with his hand.

The Champion suddenly made a deep growl like a beast and forcefully dragged his hands apart, the hands that were holding his chest open. The motion nearly tore every single piece of flesh from his torso, and he dumped the steaming pile of flesh on the floor.

Lamia eyes lit up, as a thoroughly demented look came over her features, Rowan suddenly had a thought that this creature was insane. She may have crafted a careful persona for herself to communicate to the outside world, but as she became excited, the cracks began to show in her masks, "My champion. Make him scream for me."

A long seven feet black bone sword emerged from the palm of his hand, the sword resembled a katana, and it was clearly longer than its wielder, Rowan did not bother to reflect on where he took out such a weapon.

Rowan roared and charged, leading with his Axe, the Champion smoothly dodged his charge and Rowan nearly stumbled, he looked down at his chest and saw it was riddled with dozens of stab wounds, although they did not bleed, they brought an intense stinging pain.

He could not even follow the movements of the Champion, his Spatial Sight felt like it was glitching, for when the Champion moved he appeared in multiple places at once; Rowan knew it was not a doppelg?nger skill, he was just moving so damn fast that Rowan could not follow his actions.

The wounds on his torso struggled to close up, as Lamia looked on and laughed aloud, "Yes… yes… more… more… tear him apart slowly, I want to taste his blood… make him bleed!!!"

The next series of encounters were tragic, as the Champion dodged and weaved around Rowan, dancing around his attacks, and within half a minute, Rowan's body was riddled with hundreds of stab wounds. He had a wicked gash that had sliced off his ears and part of his nose, he was missing an eye and basically had his neck hanging by strands of gristle.