The Primordial Record novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 The Town (4)

All those Aether disappeared into its body without any single iota of its being wasted, and the wolf shuddered, just as a phantom image of a black wolf with three heads appeared on the head of the wolf.

The phantom image was packed with dense slabs of muscles, and the three headed wolf was built like a tank.

Was that an Incarnation?

He had always wondered about this next state that came after the Rift state, which was supposed to be the pinnacle of the first Circle of Dominators.

Most would never even reach this

State, and those that did were revered for their sheer power. Dominators at this level were powerhouses in their own right and could control a large portion of land.

Although his Attributes may be equal to Dominators at the Incarnation State, it did not mean he had all their skill set.

In the battle with General Augustus, he apparently did not use any of the powers of his Incarnation, most likely because he had underestimated Rowan and did not know of his quick power surge just after he killed the three–faced Abomination, or maybe there was a cost in using an Incarnation that he did not yet know because he refused to believe the General left anything to chance.

The phantom black wolf sank into the head of the wolf and a layer of black smoke began emerging from the bones of the wolf, covering its body like another flesh. It should have suppressed the effects of Flesh Light, as two pale eyes gleaming with fury grew out from its empty socket.

It created another jaw made of black smoke and crouched low to the ground, the growl from its chest beginning to vibrate the earth, sending small stones and dust flying. The surrounding began to darken as it seemed as if the presence of the wolf was draining the light out of the day.

The energy that the wolf was giving off had suddenly tripled, and a tongue made of black smoke licked its chops.

Rowan's serpentine eyes were devoid of nothing but curiosity at the new capabilities of the wolf, and he squeezed the Mace, it was slightly bent, but it was still a solid weapon, and it would still serve.

He barely saw the next charge of the wolf, as the moment his Spirit detected its movement, it was already a few feet away from him.

Rowan did not stand still or retreat, as he was already priming the skills he was about to use. He did the opposite and used Dash, while pouring Aether into the Bash Skill, making the Tower Shield he carried glow like a bloody sun.

"BOOOOM!!!"

Another louder bang erupted from that clash, which created a mini earthquake in the vicinity.

Dust and rocks were sent flying and Rowan's body flew out of that clash faster than a speeding bullet, and plowed through dozens of houses and factories before tearing through what was left of the fence, and he forcefully rotated himself, and finally arrested his momentum by digging his feet into the ground, leaving long trails of destruction under his feet.

Rowan's arm holding the shield had snapped in a dozen places, his left breastbone had caved in and seven of his ribs were crushed. His boots were now trashed, and he was down to a dozen.