The Primordial Record novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 The Son of Scarlet (final)

The man cracked his neck and bringing up the blade to his shoulders, he chuckled and walked across Rowan's shattered body, "Now, where was I before…"

Rowan thought that blow had killed him! When his head disappeared, the world went black for a fraction of a second, but then his consciousness entered his Mental Space where the beam of red light had somehow found its way into, that light smashed into his Palace of Ice with a resounding noise.

A purple membrane covered the palace and shielded it, but it only slowed the progress of the beam. The red light burned on the shield for a while before tearing the membrane apart and bombarded the Palace of Ice tearing a long trail of destruction throughout the structure before disappearing.

The purple-black Aether around the wings of his Angels of Char was cut in half as the Aether rushed into the sites of destruction in the Palace of Ice, and the Palace began to rebuild itself. The Lady of Shadow aided the repairs with chants and mystical gestures.

Rowan's mind went cold, if he had the normal garden variety soul, that blast would not only have vaporized his head but his soul as well! He would have then had no choice but to use his lifespan to resurrect himself once more, and with his current capability, he would have used thousands of years worth of lifespan to do so.

Only the unknown nature of his Palace of Ice had saved him. He was on a slippery slope now, and he was not afraid, only extremely angry.

His Aether had already regenerated to its maximum level, and it only took two seconds for his Palace of Ice to heal all the damages, but his near death was not what made him extremely upset, it was the other effects the red blast had accomplished.

Rowan rose from the ground, his head was the last to grow, his mouth opened wide as he sucked in the cool air, and his hair exploded behind him as it had regrown and fallen across his back.

The man paused and turned, "I could not see your weak point, so I blasted your head, you always go for the head, never fails me… until you."

He faced Rowan fully his eyes were probing, and he suddenly gave a full belly laugh, "Seeing as I was the one to make the first strike, then I think I should be the first to introduce myself. Some call me…"

"You're dead motherfu*ker!" The armor of Enrage wrapped around his body, followed by his energy cloak.

Rowan does not curse much, if at all, but the casual beam of energy Dorian used to disintegrate his body had not stopped after doing their job. It had traveled down the plain, punching through hills and trees and slicing past the convoy.

His convoy!

He could not estimate how much damage was caused by that blast, but a third of the vehicles were aflame.

Rowan's thoughts mocked him, "Kinda hypocritical don't you think? You are willing to condemn an entire Continent to death with who knows how many innocents, yet the death of a few thousand people has you raging to the high heavens?"

Yet, he understood why he was angry. It was because of his promise. He had given his word that he would preserve a seed. His enemies and his bloodline problems were too powerful for half measures, and it would be impossible to survive if he did not commit atrocities. His only sense of comfort was that he was willing to make a chance for the people he was going to hurt, he would preserve something of them, and as an Empyrean the actions of this man had mocked his grace!

When did I become such a douchebag? Well, this is what this world has made me.