The Primordial Record novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 Battle Without End

The yellow eyes of the dead priest began to glow more brightly, and Rowan felt his head begin to throb, and he flinched backward a little as if he were bitten by an insect.

Clearly expecting a more severe reaction than this, the priest snarled, and his eyes glowed brighter, and the irritating headache he felt increased.

Rowan frowned, and slapped the creature, even though he reduced his strength as much as possible, he still broke his jaws, and one of its eyes exploded. "What are you?"

This creature was clearly focused towards the Spirit Attribute, and lacked a strong physique, the ability it used on him was something that affected his spirit, like a spiritual attack ability, and even though his spirit was the least of his Attributes, it was still extremely strong, and he was just realizing that his physique could passively repel malicious energies to an extent, including mental attack.

Even though an Empyrean was weak in the Spirit Attributes, it did not mean they did not have a proper defense against it. They were naturally resistant due to their insane regeneration and tyrannical physique.

The creature began picking itself from the ground, the fear in its eyes was clear, Rowan saw its single eye shifting around, did it want to escape? Rowan found it interesting that the Thralls of Abomination, despite their intelligence, were ultimately weaker because of that trait.

A normal Abomination would keep attacking until it was torn to pieces, their sheer savagery could tip the scales in their favor, where skills and intelligence could not.

"So you have self-awareness?" Rowan said as he walked closer to the retreating figure, he lifted his Axe, and pointed it at the Abomination, "You are a Thrall of the Abomination in the lake, aren't you?"

The creature began to laugh, as the dislocated jaw quivered with the motion, the mouth of the priest was open in a leer due to the broken jaw.

Although the sound of laughter was coming from the priest's mouth, it was not moving, the creature had finally stopped the charade of using the body of the priest, "I am not a lowly Thrall, fallen prince, and I would advise you to stop destroying the Winged Eyes, or you would find the consequences of that action difficult to bear."

"It's good you don't want me to destroy them." Rowan said, "That means that is what I should focus on."

"You are a child." The creature snickered, "Who plays with powers you can never understand! Great minds have put together powerful workings that would shift the very foundation of this world. You are too irrelevant to hamper this event. So stop your shenanigans and die in peace, knowing you were part of something greater than you would ever know!"

At the end of the rant, the creature was beginning to scream, Rowan realized he was not just dealing with something evil, but a fanatic, which in his mind was far worse.

If he was expecting proper reasoning from this creature, it was now a moot point, for nothing was stronger than a conviction that is believed in its totality, there would be no room for arguments or finding a common ground.

Every sentient creature was born a blank canvas, they were a repository of ideas and dreams just waiting to be filled up. This was the greatest magic of intelligence but also its greatest deficiencies.

In a perfect world, a budding child should be guided with firm hands, taught the difference between good and evil but also provided the opportunity to understand what both signify and also the freedom to choose their path.

It was a shame in all the universes, that there was no perfect world, knowledge was not given freely, but instead a biased set of rules were indoctrinated, and the greatest gift of sentience was warped, and their ability to reason was stunted.

All for a single purpose. For the benefit of the powerful. Control was their currency.