The Primordial Record novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56 I Am Legend

Rowan was stunned by the selfless acts of these souls for his sake, comparing the vigor of their souls with his, was like comparing a candle flame to a burning tree.

Even though his soul was on its last wisp, it was still a soul with two Omnipotent bloodlines, especially as one of the bloodline domain was of the soul itself.

These souls were tiny flames…

Grunmir...Voramyr...Svegrim...Torernir...Gragvar. Grarnir... Thogir...

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯… 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

What they were doing was futile, it should be impossible for them to affect his withered flames, yet…

Alana…Morin… Branrik... Ragodr... Fjarmir...

They came and did the impossible, from the tiny flames they gave out, they reignited a forest.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯.

Each soul that touched his left him their goodwill.

"Young Noble, thank you for saving my son… He is a little dumb, but he has a strong back and quick fingers. It is my honor to give you my flame…"

"Kick their nasty behind, sir… Those demons are me in front of my children…"

"Why did I never consummate my marriage after three months… Those bastards killed my Gregori... Kill them all…".

"Take it easy, young Noble, Alana is cheering for you. Please live well, and Alana would be happy"

𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢… 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Rowan's soul came ablaze with a glow that rivaled every color put on a canvas. He did not know what to feel at this time, it was a complex mixture of amazement and sadness.

When he places these souls inside his Jaws of Dagon, it occurred to him that is he was able to collect souls, why could he not collect his own like a Lich. He had not been sure that he might succeed, but he was never one to lay down and die without fighting.

He had asked himself: If he was in the final moment of his life, was it possible to extend that duration for as long as possible? Rowan had succeeded, yet he had also failed.

He could safeguard his soul for a moment, but ultimately, his Soul Seizer bloodline's Jaw of Dagon was still too weak to harbor a soul like his own. His soul was unique, a merger of two different souls from two separated Universes.

It may never be possible to know how someone like him came to be—but he was.

Already he could feel the surrounding strain. Only if he could place the Jaws of Dagon inside his body, he might be able to start upgrading his bloodline.

But a Soul Storm raged around his body, preventing him from descending, and more souls gave up their flames, and he burned brighter. His strength grew, as his unique soul, became… More!

With a yell, he began forcing the Jaws to push through the storm and enter his body, he strained and pushed with everything he had, but as he began inching closer to his body, the storm increased.

Keepers! 𝘈 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮e, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥!

When he knew he could not move a single inch more, he stopped and watched the last soul flame enter his, and he gave his silent acknowledgement to these people who had given the ultimate sacrifice.

The Jaws could keep him safe, yet its speed was slow, and it was heavy. He scrutinized the soul storm around his body, it would tear him apart.