The Primordial Record novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 The Tales of Erohim (8)

Activating all his senses and focusing it all solely on the ring, the world around him disappeared a single panel at a time, as if he was unraveling the essence of reality, he heard fragmented whispers as if from a mother calling her child from a place far away, and the Spatial Ring before him was now no longer a ring. It became four different things existing side by side.

It took a while for Rowan to become used to this new State of Reality, for this Spatial Ring was far more complex than he thought, and yet also elementary in its execution. Like a god seeing the true reality of things, his sight had unraveled the very nature of the Spatial Ring.

In his perception, the ring had now expanded until it was tens of thousands of feet in length, there were deep marks and imperfections in the metal that one could only notice when it had been scaled to such a length, and unlike the bronze coloration that could be seen when it was at its normal size, now it was revealed that the ring had different hues and shades, from purple to ultraviolet to blue, yet these colors were buried so deeply in the metal, it became invisible.

This ring told him a story all of its own, from its birth as a lump of mineral in the depth of the earth, to its forging as it was repeatedly heated and quenched, Rowan could taste the heat of the flames that went into forging her, even after 450 years since her creation there was still the ghost of a flame left inside the ring.

Over time, this ghost would slowly ground and in 800 years from now it would eat through the metal, and the Ring would be no more.

In a single glance he had been able to see the moment of its Birth down to its death.

Suddenly, Rowan saw a crack begin stretching from one side of the Ring to another, and he knew it was a result of his gaze. The Ring would show him it's secret but if he peered at it for long enough it would perish beneath the weight of his sight.

Rowan peered at it one last time, memorizing all the cracks and gaps in the metal before he looked away.

Beside the ring was a hexagonal purple Rune, that was similar to the Runes in his Spatial Bracelet, but they contained fewer strokes and was far simpler, each line of purple Rune was made from many thousand intersecting lines that would have been really complex, but now he was able to trace each of them, and it took a few minutes, and he saw the beginning of the Rune.

It was like he was retracing the steps made by whomever created the ring, and now he saw the place where the crafter once placed his pen.

Unlike the Spatial Bracelet that had tens of thousands of intersection lines that created a single line of Rune, this one only had a few thousand, and it happens that he was able to fully trace every single line with his perception.

Whoever had created this Spatial Ring left to crest on the product, but it was still masterful work. If the Rowan of before had tried tracing each of these lines manually, it would be impossible unless he used a few years and made countless mistakes.

But with his perception in that single golden pillar inside his Palace of Ice, he was able to easily trace the twists and curves in each lines as if they were simple doodle of a child, but it did not detract from the charm.

Because what he was looking at was Aether that had been constructed in such a precise manner, each stroke of the Artificer was a work of art. The Artificer did not just wield the Aether and placed them inside the ring, he constructed a stable structure where any slight shift in the pattern would break it apart.