The Primordial Record novel Chapter 549

Chapter 549 Pride

The formation on the ground had strengthened the earth to an unfathomable degree and the impact of Rowan's body left no single grain of dust disturbed.

A peculiar force that Rowan was now a bit familiar with as he had experienced it a while back began spreading around his body. It was Decay.

He quickly realized that the potency of this one was far lesser than what he had experienced during the Berserker Tribulation, and so it could only cause him great pain as his body was repeatedly corroded but still not quickly enough before he healed the damage, but since the energy was persistent, the cycle continued, making Rowan's skin increasingly pale.

The increasing weight on his body did not cease and was still being constantly boosted, with the ground below him not giving way, and it appeared as if he was going to be grounded to dust.

In a short while Rowan's body was beginning to shatter into pieces, and he could only hold himself together with his Telekinesis, as even his regeneration was beginning to struggle with the damages being accumulated in his body.

His skin and muscles were peeling off, and his golden blood was being suppressed back into his marrows, dull metallic cracks were escaping from his prone body as a million cracks erupted all over his bones but were healed shortly after.

The sound that was escaping from his body as it was being repeatedly crushed into pieces was horrifying, it was enough to make even an Earth god go insane with revulsion.

Because Rowan was grinning. No one should have this expression when they are being tortured to this extent.

Amid all this pain, Rowan's eyes became fixed on the two pieces of the falling moon, a Major World was so large it would take time for it to reach its surface.

He was admiring the way the flames curved around its falling form, heating up space to such a high degree that in its descents it created a beautiful contrail of red, that reminded him of the dress he made for his mother, Elura the Empyrean of Life.

The many clouds of smoke and breaking debris reminded him of flowers—Roses.

For a moment he wondered why this thought occurred to him at this very moment.

"I miss you mother. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to make his existence miserable, and before he dies, he shall apologize a million times for the suffering he caused us all." he muttered through his broken and shattered mouth, and he laughed aloud as the energy from the formation increased again, and he had to increase his concentration to counter it as his blood began to boil,

"Yes… this is what I want! This is the challenge I need!" _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

What was happening to his body was directly opposite of what Eruption did when he activated it.

Eruption burned his vitality and gave him endless growth, but he had to always place it in check so as not to lose his sanity, while this Formation sought to destroy his vitality while suppressing him.