The Primordial Record novel Chapter 578

Chapter 578 Flames Of Penalty

578 Flames Of Penalty

Vraegar had been in a special state since the moment he woke up, it was one of intense hunger. He had always experienced a variety of hunger in his life but this one was different, it was primal, something that he craved with every fiber of his being, and the only thing that kept him sane was the presence of his omnipotent father in his mind.

Rowan's words exceeded any discomfort he was feeling, and the fear of going against his father's wishes held Vraegar back from falling into his baser instinct. The young Empyrean Dragon needed a firm guiding hand as a juvenile, and he was lucky he had a strong father like Rowan or he would have fallen into depravity.

His body had digested all the powers from the Tribulation and judging by his present size he had benefited a lot.

The Dragon's Nosferatu Technique was at the Transcendent state and after digesting the Origin Tribulation for this technique his state of being had transcended to the Fourth Supreme Circle as an Empyrean, or an Earth god judging from the power scaling of Dominators.

Although calling Vraegar an Earth god was a grave disservice to his present capabilities, as he was not fully aware of his present strength, Eva had deemed it fit for him to become one of Rowan's trump cards.

When he reached the fourth Supreme Circle, Vraegar required a vast amount of Essence, for unlike Dominators who practiced the path of Territories, Vraegar's path was that of the Core, and the dynamics of their operation were different.

A Territory nurtures power, while a Core seizes power. Each has its advantages and disadvantages but for now…

Vraegar was starving.

To avoid attracting any attention from the Cerulean gods he was forbidden from drawing Aether from the environment to feed his Core, and for his newly reforged Core that required sustenance, this was an ache he could hardly bear.

The call from the Lady of Shadows came to a Dragon that was nearly insane with hunger and when his eyes opened, it was first filled with blood, and that blood was sucked into his body, leaving his eyes pale like bleached glass.

Vraegar gave a soundless roar and unwrapped himself from the coil he made from his body.

His body was now completely white, even the spikes in his spine and his claws that were tipped with red were now eerily white. His white scales could barely hide his gaunt figure, and he stretched, his bones cracking like massive thunder booms.

From the tip of his snout to the end of his spear-like tail, Vraegar measured 3,580 meters, which was about the entire lengths of twelve aircraft carriers in Rowan's previous life if they were arranged end to end.

He was lean, not more than 300 meters at his widest point, his wings could spread out for more than 6,000 meters from one end to another and this was just his base form having entered the fourth Supreme Circle. The more he fed his Core, the bigger he was going to get.

With his Ascension to the fourth Supreme Circle, his Empyrean nature was fully activated, and Vraegar's size was a representation that he was no longer a species that was bound by universal laws to an extent.

His cold white eyes peered across the vastness of space to the area of desolation where a black wave was spreading as it crushed countless worlds and stars to nothingness.