The Primordial Record novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620 Taking Himself Apart

The Third Prince felt a deep sense of disquietness, but it was a pity that his consciousness was not as stable as before, and his concentration had been dragged down by bloodlust and the pleasures of combat.

Yet this foreign emotion was so powerful that it triggered a fresh wave of awareness in his mind, shaking him away from his bloodthirstiness and he began to push towards escaping the desert, he remembered why he was here, and slowly but surely he was edging towards freedom.

Of all the foes arrayed against him, the King of Nothing was the most annoying, with its capabilities it turned every attempt he made to escape to be fruitless, as it turned space and time to nothingness, effectively turning any effort he made to be meaningless.

What made this scene of battle to be incredibly eerie was the fact that there was no sound, even with the level of apocalyptic powers being thrown around, this battle was soundless.

The instinct of the Third Prince was screaming at him, it was telling him that he needed to leave the desert, that something monumental was happening, and if he was too late in addressing it, he would have failed the entire purpose of his existence…

"What is happening? What am I about to lose? ARRRHHHHGGGG!!! Rowan… Not Rowan… You fucking bastard, what are you doing?!!"

With a scream of rage, the Third Prince ignored everything, ignited his Essence, and began to push to escape this desert.

This endless desert transformed into a red sea, as the Essence of the Third Prince ignited, even this powerful and feared location was transformed before the presence of the true might of the Third Prince.

For the first time in countless eternities, a great cry erupted from the desert, ancient beyond belief, and filled with an anger that would turn everything in existence to dust.

That reply was replied by the Third Prince whose cry of rage and despair was long and deep. Something in that cry silenced the desert and it begrudgingly took back its domain.

The desert bent the knee to the Third Prince, but its rage was not sated, from this moment he was barred from ever entering the desert. If he was to return the Third Prince would have to take another route, which was impossible, this was the inky method to reach the consciousness of the universe and return or he would have to become something else.

Igniting his Essence was the final straw, it gave him all the power he needed to escape his encirclement, as he slowly battled towards the ends of the desert.

Yet he knew that this action of igniting his Essence would mean his end, but he no longer cared, and he would willingly pass the torch to the next in line if that meant he did not fail his mission.

His screams of rage echoed through the desert once more,

"Fourth you win… bastard you have won!"

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Rowan was unaware of the effect of his action on the rest of the universe. No, that would be wrong, he had recognized that something similar might happen, although he had failed to recognize the enormity of his effort.

He continued with his cleansing of his Mental State, there was a great force surrounding him that had begun to compress Reality until it appeared as if a silver corona was surrounding him.

He heard a heavy thumping sound in the distance that strengthened his resolve, and he realized that it was coming from his Angelic host of a hundred thousand.