The Primordial Record novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Battle Without End (4)

Walking past the Axe, he gripped the handle, and he made the snakes appear around him, they had succeeded in the task he gave them, and except for Maeve that he could not find, they had killed all the so-called supervisors inside the manor.

He came outside, his seven-foot frame was intimidating, coupled with his grace of movement, he appeared in control of everything, his jacket gently flapped in the wind, and he tightened his hold on his Axe.

This time he was stepping out into the world, and he was not inside his shell, a small frightened child who was confused, with no meaningful direction, who had but a few moments to live.

He was still confused, but he was no longer frightened, that was growth, right? The one–eyed snake, flying beside him, spat out a metallic plate and Rowan took it. It was a Sigil plate.

He had a suspicion that he had to verify, as the first time he saw the strings, they had reminded him of something.

The first time he saw a Sigil plate, his Spirit and Spatial Sight were far weaker than they are now, but he was able to verify some patterns that he had memorized.

Focusing his sight on the Sigil plate, he began to zoom into it, the metallic plate served as a sort of barrier to his probe, but not for long as he soon entered inside it.

His Spatial Sight passed through a layer of darkness, and he saw… Strings.

Unlike the strings bounding the pages of the Primordial Record, this one was far simpler, and although he could not trace every single line used, be was able to figure out certain patterns, also unlike the screams he heard when he looked at the former, the sensation he received from these strings were muted, almost as if it were non-human.

Pulling his sight away, he finally figured out what had bound the Record. It was Sigils. He sent the snake to return it to the door of the cellar, as the Army had crossed a greater part of the way.

He could now really appreciate the magnitude of what was arrayed before him, it would be hard to describe the sight of ten thousand marching men, talkless of an army of monsters of these proportions.

They were like an Army of darkness, as their movement tore the earth to pieces, and the presence of so many Abominations twisted reality. He saw that the clouds over this Army appeared faded, as if the Abominations we're draining the life of everything around it.

Rowan touched his chest, the familiar beating of his hearts was gone, only a black void remained. Apart from the human sensibilities he had in his last life, he was truly no longer a man.

No man would see such an array of monsters charging at him, and feel nothing but calm.

Was it not amazing that it was the little things that really affected his mental state. It was not the prospect of him being able to control tens of thousands of planets in the future that influenced him, after all, it was still a distant goal.

His missing heart struck him deeply, the blood flowing in his veins could well be liquid metal, they were heavy, and its flow was steady.

No fear.

There would be a time when he needed his human emotions to guide his decision, but not now. His golden eyes began to glow, as lightning seemed to be flashing inside of it.

Holding the Axe with both hands, he began running towards the fight. His snakes were still in small shapes, about ten feet long, resembling pythons.