The Primordial Record novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 The Fall

This world was named JR–AG311, but the indigenous people called it Jarkarr. It was a Minor World that was ruled over by the Major World Trion.

This was a world of Ice, and was rich with one essential resource that was the cause of the conflicts ravaging this world in the past two thousand years of its discovery — Blue Iron.

Unlike what the name would suggest, Blue Iron was not a metallic ore, it was a flower. Before a brilliant Alchemist found that extracts from this flower could be used as battlefield stimulants that could even affect Second Circle Dominators, the flower was used for recreational activities.

As a stimulant, it could allow a Dominator to rapidly burn through the energy and essence inside his body while doubling or even tripling their combat capabilities. Its side effects could be quickly recovered from, which made Blue Iron one of the most important war resources of Trion.

Since this plant could only be grown on this planet due to a unique set of circumstances that were difficult to replicate, Jarkarr became the only source of this merchandise.

This Minor World was governed by the Merchant Association—A vast trading house that oversaw many resource rich worlds for Trion. The Merchant Association here had developed their own armies and gathered powerful Dominators and creatures from many other worlds, to protect the source of their vast wealth.

As with everything involving massive profits, there would inevitably be conflicts, and for the last forty years an open battle had commenced on this world, after it had spilled over by the incessant betrayals and hidden confrontation over the centuries by forces within the Merchant Association.

The Merchant Association was owned by one of the seven Noble families—The Boreas Family. They controlled the Pathway of Storms, and although they were mainly responsible for the economic aspects of Trion, there was a reason they were known as Storm callers. The dominators of the Boreas family were quite terrifying.

Internal conflicts within the family had spilled out into the many worlds they governed, and Jarkarr was especially affected by it, coupled with rumors that parts of the unending battle in Trion had spilled over into Jarkarr, left this a world at its edge.

The world was going through one of the most perilous periods in its history, and hundreds of thousands had died as a result of the conflict, and it was getting worse. This world was at the brink.

Yet as the people of Jarkarr settled in for a brand-new day, one filled with many unknowns, the skies lit up, as numerous streaks of fire blazed across the skies, a teleportation portal had opened far up in the atmosphere, and Rowan fell to this world.

His descent brought calamity.

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The moment Rowan stepped through the Teleportation portal, it flickered, for Rowan was inexperienced at utilizing Aether. The jarring sensation of space folding around him and squeezing tighter than a constrictor was not particularly comfortable, but he could still endure it.

Comparing it to the mental torture he once had when going through the yellow crystal, then this was a walk in the park, inside his mental space, there was a steady stream of Aether wrapped around the purple Spatial Sight Rune that transformed everything about the utility of this particular skill.

Yes, Rowan was wielding Aether!

The squeezing sensation suddenly got worse, and his bones began to bend with the strain, most of his flesh had been torn apart, yet the pressure from the spatial movement compressed them tightly to his body, else he would be nothing but bones at this point. Rowan had long become numb to pain of this level.

His Spatial Sight could only capture rapidly flashing lights and an awareness that he was moving through a tremendous distance within the barest fraction of a second. He pushed his Sight back into his body, anymore, and he feared he would lose himself.