The Primordial Record novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48 Adrift In Fog

Rowan flipped the page over, and selected a pencil, his hand moved to the fourth pencil by itself. Rowan was too distracted to notice.

Not letting his mind dictate his actions. Rowan began to draw. His movement was at first sharp and jerky–He was not used to his new strength. It took a brief moment to stabilize, however, and his pencil began to flow over the pages.

The first sketch he made was of the Dark Priest Purdue, he was a peaceful man who surprised Rowan by the depth of his convictions, he still recalled the shouts of the priest as he battled, filled with righteous fury and sorrow, plus he was a Legendary Dominator.

He had clearly hidden himself deeply and Rowan had never recalled before now the priest ever using any Dominator powers, that was incredible because the allure of using your power was intense, and it took a decisive mind to place aside his power and toil as a mortal for decades.

The picture Rowan drew was of the priest shooting dark lightning from his fingertips, incinerating a couple of Abominations, on his face his expression could be interpreted as either laughter or sorrow, it was a unique expression that Rowan stopped and accessed for a while.

He did not remember seeing such a scene, but he guessed that his Spatial sight reveals so much information to his mind that it was impossible for the present him to interpret them and that most of them were buried in his subconscious and only acts like this could dredge that swampy depth and unearthed hidden stories he might have missed.

As if with a mind of his own, his hand wrote below the sketch.

"𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴… 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦"

This was… Totally normal. How much weirder can it become? Is my subconscious telling me I have a hidden kink for old men shooting lightning from their fingertips?

Or a much better interpretation was that these were the memory of the priest itself, and perhaps in the heat of battle, his sight was able to capture some of his emotion.

He was not convinced that this was too much of a stretch, for the aura field around people, he had come to find out, was colored by the emotions they were feeling at that time. If his sight could 𝘴𝘦𝘦 emotions, it might be able to also pick up surface thoughts too.

Rowan chose to believe this version because he hardly understood a fraction of what his Spatial sight showed him, and he would prefer not to have such a unusual pursuit, anytime now or in the future.

Rowan flipped the page.

He selected another pencil and began to draw. The next person emerging on the page was Captain Titus. He had one arm, and his blade was swinging with great speed that he left lines of gore hanging in the air.

Countless heads were by his feet, yet his countenance was eerily calm, as if he was born to such slaughter, and the glint in his eyes resembled amusement.

Again, his hand unbidden began to write,

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦."

"...."

He sighed and turns the page, the previous two pictures took less than thirty seconds each, his Agility Stat, made his hand fly over the page, this one took two minutes, and Rowan could see why.

It was a dense picture with at least a hundred people inside, they were of all the people rescued in the town, tied around their necks were a noose, the rope from the noose extended and pierced through the clouds, and their faces had no flesh, only white bones.

In the skies above, a massive lidless eye peered down.