The Primordial Record novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606 Unwanted Presence

For a Treasure like the Gears of Madness, it was true that it was indestructible, but that was not true to an extent. To understand this would be very difficult for most until they were able to figure out the deeper portions of mysticism.

What created the indestructible effect for this treasure was the fact that it was supernaturally dense, so dense that it would make a neutron star which was the most dense object in the universe to be equal to a yarn of wool.

When a material like this became this dense that it had long surpassed the limits of the three-dimensional universes and began to encroach on the fourth Dimension–Time, it could no longer be accurately measured by any mortal or godly means, and as its hardness began to grow relative to its age and then into the space–Time Dimension which was the fifth dimension, it would soon transform again.

That hardness it possessed would begin to travel down the past and up into the future, which meant attacks concerning decay or time manipulations would have no effect on it, this also caused a positive loop as the older the Treasure, the stronger it became because if it was already stronger in the past, it meant that it would be stronger in the present too. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

Such confluence of impossibilities was what made these treasures special and existed on a level that the material universe could not contain, but as always nothing was truly inviolable in this world.

This entire Forge was crafted for the purpose of gaining a single chink in this indestructible armor.

Each strike carried a Titanic amount of power and while inside this Forge, a vast amount of Arcane Rune began to stream onto the Gears of Madness, and when Rowan slammed the hammer into it, the force of his blow compressed the Runes onto the surface of the weapon.

Inside this space that resembled a fifth Dimension in all areas, what Rowan was doing was simultaneously attacking the past, present, and future states of this weapon at the same time.

If he were in the material universe, such attempts would be useless, he would not be able to do so, and the only method was to do it while he was here, or he was outside the universe.

Rowan continued this action like a robot for the next six months, his Great Hammer rising and falling, and the thundercloud overhead had grown to more than a million miles, all from the exhalation from Rowan's nostrils.

Even for a Nascent Primordial like him, he was beginning to feel the incredible strain of maintaining this level of power for so long.

"BOOM"

"BOOM"

"BOOM"

"BOOM"

This apocalyptic sound did not let up, the same was with Rowan's inhuman power and patience as his eyes were fixed on the task, waiting for that chink, that slight gap in the Treasure…