The Primordial Record novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 The Last of Me (2)

Rowan knew he could give more, and he let everything loose, and he opened the floodgates.

Rowan blood was currently a whitish gold color and contained an incomparable amount of vitality.

If not for the burden of carrying Soul Seizer and having died true deaths multiple times. He should be able to easily live for thousand of years.

He had a sneaking suspicion that even if his soul were to die at this moment, his body would still live on as a Divine Artifact, powerful and indestructible.

It gave him an odd sense of solace. His body would walk this lands far after his death. A silent slap to his enemies. Although he would prefer to be alive, and with every moment his chances increased.

Every drop of Rowans blood was equivalent to the amount of blood in a thousand men, perhaps he was underestimating this number. Every drop. Incomparable precious.

His blood boiled, and they released a pale mist of dense vitality. His twin hearts began to beat faster, and Essence flowed from him in a rush. Rowan discovered another use of his shell, which was accelerating the transfer of energy.

It multiplied the speed of which Rowan used to transfer his Essence to the Axe, and the weapon began to shiver and the hum emanating from it increased, almost like a prehistoric battle machine emerging from slumber.

Rowan doubted this weapon had ever tasted Essence such as his own. He had no way to measure his vitality with anyone else, but he doubted he had any to compare in this world.

At the spot Rowan gripped the Axe, a pale vein of gold began to snake up the shaft. And the shaft of the Axe was slowly turning a pale shade of gold. Three more phantasmal images appeared, and these were golden, like the first ray of a rising sun.

The reason Rowan stopped at three was not because his physique could not sustain more of the images, but because this was the limit his spirit could handle. Anymore and he could hurt his allies.

He felt a link to each of the floating phantasm, and he knew he could control each of the deadly Axe phantasms but in a rudimentary manner.

For better control, Rowan felt it would have been better to only unleash one Phantasm. What I need here is no control, Rowan thought, but sheer destructive power.

Rowan remembered the look in the eyes of the dying man, and he wanted to send him off with glory. It was a consolation of a sort. He wished his help could extend beyond bringing death to their foes. But for the moment, this was all he could do.

For a moment, he wondered if his blood could heal the wounded, but he doubted it, even the blood of lesser Dominators was a dreadful poison to a mortal, but still if he had time to breathe, he intended to check the healing capabilities of his blood on others.

The night had turned to day under the illumination of the Seven massive phantasmal images of the Axe, and everyone was silent, their eyes falling to Rowan and then driven back up to the skies.

Captain Titus and the remaining Guardsmen removed their faceplates, eyes fixed on Rowan, for there was something unnaturally magnetic about his presence.

Rowan looked at Glenn and said, "Witness warrior… The glory of your bloodline." as he gestured above with his left hand, and the phantasmal image shone brightly before they disappeared into the mist, leaving trails of phantasmal light.

Faster than what would be deemed possible, Rowan released another wave of attack and immediately following that he released another, his spirit was beginning to scream in exhaustion, but he scrapped at the bottom of the barrel and released a single bright golden phantom.

They all disappeared into the fog. His Agility that had broken past the Rift state had allowed the world to slow down in his perception, and he was able to rapidly release those onslaughts.