The Primordial Record novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Dawn of Battle (5)

What lay under the skin of the priest was something that resembled an insect. It had sleek black chitin that resembled plate armor, and apart from the two black arms that strangely had six fingers with wicked long claws, there were also two insect-like limbs folded at the chest.

He also noticed a series of openings by the side of the creature like the gills from a fish, and it opened and closed in the likeness of breathing, they expelled a sort of fog, that felt very dense as they fell to the ground without dispersal into the air, and in a short while, it was hard to see their legs beyond the knee.

Creatures like this must be the source of the fog, Rowan thought, though judging by the amount this one produces, it would take tens of thousands of such creatures to produce the overwhelming amount of fog outside the manor that nearly reached the clouds.

Or maybe there was another way of producing the fog, that requires less of such creatures to produce it, he clearly hoped it was the second option, not because they were a danger to him, but protecting his people would be far harder otherwise.

Yet, since these creatures appear to be the source of the flying eyes, that would mean that anywhere there was deep fog, he may find them.

Strangely, the priest he held aloft, kept weeping and crying out for his forgiveness, he seemed to be disconnected from what was underneath his skin.

Rowan had grown more perceptive as his Spirit increased, and he had a frightening notion, that maybe the priest did not understand what he was under his skin.

The terrible guilt that Purdue felt, made him accept that it was the right thing for Rowan to torture him, and what he only implored, was for him to say the prayers for the departed souls.

Indeed, except for the gut twisting pain he must have felt when Rowan tore his skin away from him, there was nothing else to indicate that he understood what he was underneath. Almost as if he were two separate individuals occupying the same body.

The whole room went silent, except for the weepings of the priest, everyone was dumbstruck. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

"Is he… like one of them?" A nervous man said, the sword in his hand shaking, "was he taken over by the Abominations?"

"All of you, step outside." Rowan said,"Not you, Captain, you and your men should stay behind."

The captain seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before he settled and gestured for his men to stand beside him.

Rowan was still holding the priest up, and he gently shook the crying man, "Look at yourself, priest."

His words were like a command, and the distraught man seemed to be forced against his will, as he bent down and looked at himself. The action he took was a cruel thing, it was mostly to confirm if truly the priest was not aware of what had taken his body.

Many expressions passed through the face of the priest, from perplexity, to incredulity, then anger and finally fear. Then he began to scream, and he soon broke into prayer, "Holy dark one, free my… flesh from this defilement. I, your son, come to you, seeking your favor and mercies, as my flesh has been desecrated, and…"