The Primordial Record novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632 Is That My Father?

Rowan sighed in satisfaction, as amazing as this sounds, the easy part was done, and now the hard part began.

He set on the course to designing the Forge, simulating countless redundancies and setbacks that might occur, developing his powers and fitting them into various strategies as they grew steadily stronger, everything leading to the moment where it all came together.

Rowan did not believe he was the smartest, but with enough preparation, paired with the resources available to him, and his powers that grew exponentially stronger as time slowly passed, he would not be betting against himself yet.

During the onset of the forging of his Destroyer, Rowan began releasing non-attributeless Primordial Aether, a large part of it was gathered from the Spirit Matrix Gate after he unlocked that power, and the remnants were taken from the Aeorkron Core.

Within the thick cover of that Primordial Aether, the shrunken body of Vraegar was released alongside the Aether, hidden in the turbulent clouds, unknown by even Eva, he only gave her the signal to make when she felt things were shifting dramatically out of control.

When Eva had called for the release of the beast, she did not know what was to come.

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PRESENT MOMENT.

Vraegar roared in surprise and fear as the last thing he remembered was being summoned by Rowan, and now he had awoken to a scene of Chaos and he was feeling as weak as a mortal's infant.

Sharp sounds and bright light intruded into his consciousness and sent harsh waves of pain down every single nerve endings in his body, and he groaned in discomfort.

Abruptly he felt a sharp pain in his spine as his father stomped on him and he was sent hurtling to the ground that was thousands of miles below.

The dragon cursed, "Where the fuck am I?"

As he fell his perception spread around and he could feel the wrongness of this place, it was as if he was falling through a block of metal but his perception was showing him that he was falling through the air. Vraegar drew in a long breath and his lungs combusted, and he roared in pain spitting out the ashes and pieces of his roasted lungs… the temperature inside the forge was approaching heights that were getting ridiculous.

The angered dragon spread his wings, roaring in pain as they were stretched abnormally wide due to the density of the air molecules in this place, but it was enough to arrest his momentum and he narrowly dodged being impaled by a large piece of a rod that was being sucked into the air alongside billions of other debris.

By the Light! The sounds that were emerging as a result of this collapse were threatening to drive him insane. _{freёwebnovel.com}