The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1600

Chapter 1600: Sing For The Fallen

The shockwave of power that rippled across creation at the deaths of three Celestial Creators was nothing before the power that was released by their deaths inside this space. Apart from a few Powers who could barely survive, every other Angel had been shattered into nothing by the explosion of might released from the bodies of the dead Celestial Creator.

Each of them dying was similar to a million big bangs going off at the same time, and nothing that had not reached the peak of the higher dimension could survive such a release of power.

Rowan, who was responsible for the three deaths, had to bear the brunt of the explosion, and although he was tough enough to resist them, he was a bit staggered, and against opponents of this level, such an opening was not wasted.

Thaleriel, The Sundered Wing, lashed divine bindings around Rowan’s limbs, their edges searing into his flesh and leaving runic markings across his bones that pulsed with the light of Celestial punishment.

This runic branding screamed into his consciousness,

"DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"

Rowan’s flesh blackened, and his bones began to char as more runic marks were added to his bones, and the chanting of death filled every corner of his consciousness.

He staggered and gripped Apollyon tighter, and Rowan pulled upon the power of Creation. From the beginning of the battle, he had been using only one of his Aspects, and now he called upon Creation and imbued it with all the power that his dimensional flesh could pull from his Origin Land.

Muscles straining as the chains binding him snapped—then spun, decapitating Thaleriel and the two Seraphims on his shoulders.

Weakened by the branding of the chains, Rowan was blasted from the heavens by the death cry of Thaleriel and the two Serphims, and he did not fight against it. All of his consciousness was channeled into healing the branding marks in his flesh, as he allowed a sliver of his dimensional soul to emerge to coordinate the movement of his body.

His dimensional soul was under severe pressure as it helped Rowan resist the pull of extermination from going up against so much power crafted by the Primordials that were meant to end an immortal’s life.

These weapons were made to kill Thrones and Avatars of Primordials, and even being in their vicinity was because of the work his dimensional soul was performing in the background.

Flipping his blade around, Rowan stabbed himself with it, triggering a blast of destructive will that flooded his body, destroying his flesh and bones, but also importantly destroying the divine runes that had branded itself across his entire body.

He screamed in pain as each rune that shattered caused Rowan an incredible amount of suffering.

This wound was meant to be recovered slowly across billions of years. Even for someone as powerful as him, it should take tens of thousands of years of slow recovery, but in the midst of battle, Rowan could not afford to have this obstruction in his body.