The Primordial Record novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 The Town

Rowan's Strength, Agility and his main weapons were gone or severely suppressed, without these, his combat ability had dropped to the bottom, but he still had his Spirit. He had awakened Aether, and he had his flames and his other Ability runes. They would have to be enough.

The golden wolf was as tall as twenty feet, a single storey building, and its head was the size of a cow, with many dagger – sharp teeth. Its golden fur rippled with the wind as it lifted from the ground and fearlessly attacked the falling Rowan.

Rowan and the golden wolf collided with the sound of a large thunderclap, that silenced the entire chaotic battle.

Rowan shoved the bone into the open mouth of the wolf, which was not a hard thing to do, as the head of the golden wolf was as large as his body.

He tried to edge to the side, as the green flame around him acted like an explosive that shoved his body to the side, while the red flames poured into the open mouth of the golden wolf.

But his speed was too fast, and he clipped the side of the wolf's snout, and at the speed they came together, every motion carried a devastating force.

Rowan emerged as the losing party of that clash, his body nearly folding in half, as he dodged the large claws from the golden wolf with the slightest of margins, his body was sent crashing to the ground.

The ground did not serve as any form of obstruction to him as his body plowed through the floor, leaving a trench for hundreds of meters before his body was bounced by a long metal tubing inside the ground. He slammed into the side of a building that resembled a factory with a loud bang.

Rowan's body tore through the entire structure, before his momentum was arrested, and he slid for another fifteen feet before he stopped.

Rowan was a little dizzy as he slowly stood up, he hurriedly scanned his clothes and boots and seeing them in great condition, he smiled, he had wrapped them in a field of Telekinesis during the descent and clash, and it was nice to see that the force diverting properties of the Telekinesis field he cooked up worked well enough.

He had no method to counter such a large amount of force with his fledgling Telekinesis ability, but he could divert them to the closest surface he was touching, like the ground or the building he slammed into, reducing the amount of force that reached his body.

This was a new application of his abilities that he was excited about, and he would strive to refine it, until he hoped, one day, he might be able to divert a hundred percent of the force exerted on his body.

The building he crashed through collapsed with a loud rumble, he had been flung deep into the broken town, which resembled an industrial complex of some sort.

He had landed before a group of bedraggled individuals that carried heavy wounds and were trying to flee, there might have been less than fifty left; they were all males, most were young with only three that should be in their fifties.

Rowan looked around him, at the surprised faces that looked at him as if he were either a freak or a messiah, he had gotten used to such looks and not minding those faces, he glanced ahead at the golden wolf that had slammed back to the ground in the midst of its armies.

It landed on its back with a furious snarl and hurriedly returned to its feet. Their eyes met across the distance, and it snapped at him, Rowan smirked and brought up his hand that previously held the bone and showed his empty palm to the wolf.

Rowan knew this creature had cunning for he could see awareness inside its red eyes that were set deep into its skull, most likely a defensive adaptation to protect its fragile orb, but it just made the wolf appear incredibly malevolent.