The Primordial Record novel Chapter 679

Chapter 679 My Life Is Yours

At the end of his life, Augustus was consumed by hatred, he would have rather died on a battlefield far from here, back in the past when his glory was in bloom and the world was at his feet.

He would have chosen to die a more painful death if the child he rescued had been given a space to survive, and although the Rune Ship did not want to choose her body, Lamia had insisted, because it would slow down its recovery. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

Augustus had begged for her life due to many reasons, but he could not forget the moment, towards the end, when the child had called him father. Lamia had enjoyed his pain.

There was a time when that word was meaningless to him, as worthless as everything a mortal touches. The years of pain had taught him something different, and this once mighty general who thought he was a monster, knew that in the coldness of the universe, he was nothing but a clown in the face of true evil.

"I will kill you…."

A stab to his heart through his back made him shudder but he did not stop his actions, the Champion frowned and with a snap of his finger, the wound in Augustus' back exploded, nearly cutting him in two and it finally pushed him away, his body rolled on the ground for several dozen feet before coming to a stop.

He turned his weary head, gasping for breath as his life began to leave his wretched body, it was amazing how life clung to his body despite all the torture he had gone through.

Augustus could see the last of the Abominations falling, their bodies turned to trees, 'fitting,' he thought, 'they gave life in the end. I envy them for I created no life in my time, I only took it."

Feeling a surge of heat beside him he strained to turn and saw the air rippling as if it was steaming and a figure revealed itself.

He traced his eyes up black boots and a long toned leg, up to a beautiful face with green eyes that was looking down at him with anger and disgust,

"I know you don't I?" Augustus whispered.

His only reply would be Maeve stepping on his head and turning it to mush.

Augustus' body did not turn into a tree, perhaps his bodily essence was too weak, instead, he turned into hundreds of tiny red flowers that resembled dandelions.

A passing wind blew past and swept the flowers away, and for a brief moment, the flower seemed to take the shape of a man with a girl beside it. The girl was holding on to the jacket of the man before the breeze dispersed that image, and the flowers flew into the sky before vanishing forever.

Absomet was the only one who noticed this phenomenon, and she felt a slight sense of loss, after all, Augustus was once a mighty General who had control of her weapons and armies at one time.

He was a genius of the Tiberius bloodline, one of the very rare individuals to have access to multiple Incarnations, a feat that Absomet had never seen repeated by any Dominator even after a million years.

'If you did not fall you would have made a mighty warrior. Your name would have been remembered in the halls of your father.'

This was truly a genius, yet he passed away with barely any notice. No one would remember him, no one would sing a song in his name. His quest for power and glory had ended in madness and sadness.