The Primordial Record novel Chapter 741

Chapter 741 Golgoth

For a moment Rowan was almost lost in the primal nature of his brother. He was a being of pure elemental chaos. Uncontrollable and unbounded, a million years would go by before he blinked his eyes, and although he existed without any drive to seek a purpose or even learn to speak.

Hekaton had been happy.

Elura had made a mistake, her children were already perfect, and it was her desire for change that brought a monster into their midst.

Rowan watched a small part of his brother's life. He rarely took a physical body and had only taken such a shape three times as he hated the constraint of the flesh, and the last time he took it was on the day of his death.

This was the moment he was looking for. This memory was short but strangely clear as if Boreas had looked for this particular set of memories inside the Hive mind and had replayed it over and over again.

For the first time, Rowan watched it happen.

His consciousness oversaw the events like a third party and he saw a scene of great devastation. The entire planet of Trion had almost been torn to pieces, three mighty bodies were sprawled out on the broken surfaces, they had been killed, and Hekaton was going to be the fourth to die.

Rowan paused this scene and mentally rebuilt the devastated world of Trion and even though it was a Major World, when he brought it together, he discovered that it was far smaller than the current state of the planet. He filed this information for later, it could be an important clue.

Rowan saw that Hekaton took the shape of a blue humanoid with three eyes but from the waist down he was nothing but a mass of ice, lightning, and swirling winds, he was holding two lances made from lightning and was already gravely injured.

He had been sliced nearly in half, he was a being that had six limbs, but a sizable chunk of his torso was splayed on the ground, his bright blue blood was spilling from his wounds in such prodigious volumes, it was enough to fill an entire ocean.

The wounds seemed to freeze his body in its present state, as Hekaton struggled to become the storm, but his flesh was a burden that refused to leave him.

Rowan recognized the presence of Will of at least the fourth dimension, Time. This blow made it impossible for Hekaton to heal himself because it had fixed the timing of this wound as absolute, and without an opposing Will, no matter how powerful Hekaton was, he could not fight against it.

Hekaton was not dwelling on his injuries, his eyesight was focused on a full-body armored figure sitting on a stark metal throne. The armor worn by the figure appeared to be rusted and he sat with his head resting on one of his arms.

The figure had a tattered black cape draped by the side of the throne and a great sword rested by the side of the throne. The wind that blew past this man appeared to be infected by an air of desolation.

There was something about this man… it was as if he carried all the burden of creation on his shoulders and he appeared, so tired, but he refused to stop moving with a sheer stubbornness that had long exceeded madness.

From his memories, he knew that this figure arrived when Elura was lured away from the planet by a shadowy presence.

When this man arrived, he had dragged the seven children of Elura before him with a gesture and he gave them the chance to attack him with their greatest power, and only after they did would he retaliate.