The Primordial Record novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414 The Sound Of Luck

Rowan looked at the gigantic tree that was slowly growing in the distance, at every hour it would grow a single inch, this was not slow at all, for if Rowan did not die in the nearest future, then millions of years from now, this Tree would be able to hold many worlds on its branches.

Each waving leaf seemed to contain endless puzzles and the motion did not depend on wind but on other mystical factors.

Rowan activated his Empyrean Sight, as this was the first he was using it inside his Mental Space, this was because he mostly understood everything happening inside him at a glance and did not need to investigate.

Yet with his power growing ever stranger with every passing moment, it became necessary for him to use this portion of his abilities to investigate.

Rowan activated his Empyrean Sight and his Mental Space rippled to life before him, and his consciousness nearly exploded before he stopped. He had used the full range of his sight and the information he received was too much.

Learning from his error, he reduced the intensity of his vision, and filtered it, removing information streams that he deemed unnecessary like light and heat, he was looking for something much more ephemeral… he was looking for Luck.

While focused on the tree he cut out all other information spectrum as his vision penetrated deeper into the structure of the tree and around it, and then he saw it.

The best way Rowan could describe it was, it resembled music. He could hear an endless wave of songs that felt like a rising symphony that never seemed to reach a zenith, and when he thought the song had hit its highest note, it turned out that it could go higher, yet the sound did not turn harsh, instead, it grew sweeter. A melody that you could listen to for an eternity.

Rowan was frozen in that state for eighteen hours before he reluctantly pulled away from that song and returned to his full faculties. He may have seen the true form of Luck but it did not mean he was coming any closer to understanding it.

He only knew that this song was spreading all over his Mental Space and beginning to seep through into his flesh, the effects on the physical world were almost nonexistent, but as always this was a game of time.

In the near future, the amount of luck he would have accumulated on his body would be ridiculous, enough that every move from him would make probability inviolable.

He should be able to throw a dart from space and it would fly through a million rings and hit the bullseye on the other side of a planet.

In the hours he had been entranced with the music of Luck, the Angels of Char had gotten closer to the City.

Rowan watches for any effect that might happen as they get increasingly closer to the city, and he sees the ashes slowly flake away from their skin and their bent bodies begin to straighten.