The Primordial Record novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 First Battle

The Black fog swallowed them, and neither one of them flinched from that darkness. Rowan felt Soul Seizer drawing many soul fragments with varying flavors. He detected laughter and sunlight and a baby wailing. Weird, he had never had this effect when he collected souls before.

Then it hit him, he was collecting the souls of people. Regular folks who lived their lives in contentment, their souls carried a glow that felt warm and complete.

Was this not Alana? The young woman who had a painful crush on Rowan, went beet–red anytime Rowan tried talking to her. She had an unusual way with words, always referring to herself in the first person.

This soul that felt like a piece of hard leather should be Morin, a dependable farmer who was something of a playboy.

Branrik, a mason who had seven strong boys he was very proud of…

Ragodr, the self-proclaimed most handsome man in all of Calcutta…

Fjarmir, a petty thief who had been adopted by his people because he was mostly harmless and could be called in a pinch to help do menial tasks…

Grunmir...

Voramyr...

Svegrim...

Torernir...

Gragvar...

Grarnir...

Thogir...

Please, no more…

Hundreds of soul fragments came, they brought with them a trace of their memories, but only the best parts or the worst.

Grarnir sees his wife torn apart and at the moment of his death; seizing an Abomination and tears out the throat with his teeth….

So many souls…. So many memories…

Rowan did not know how he did it, but he did not consume those souls, he kept them safe in the Jaws of Dagon—The bracelet form of Soul Seizer that was on his wrist.

As the souls poured into his being, carrying with them light and heat, his Icy Soul grew colder. Throughout the previous battle, he had never made a sound, he was imitating Maeve. Her coldness and deadly precision. But that was not who he was. He was not cold, he lived his life with passion….

His Soul may have turned to Ice, but his blood was filled with fire.

So, he opened himself to the souls, his Soul Seizer called them through the darkness, and they came to him seeking warmth and solace, he opened himself, and he asked them to witness their vengeance.

The shapes that entered his sight in the fog were different from anything he had ever seen before. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}