The Primordial Record novel Chapter 801

Chapter 801 Principality

?This emotion struck him as odd and out of place. There was no way he should be missing the feeling of becoming vulnerable. He was under attack in more ways than one.

This attack not only coincided with the evolution of his Will, but it distracted him for several precious moments that he could have been using for analysis of the situation.

Rowan could feel the rumbling of his Essence, as the enlightenment of mortality solidified his position as a two-dimensional being. This led to an increased expansion of his Essence, and his purple essence began to close on this space opened by his Sheol bloodline.

His Forge was brought to the edge of destruction, as the strain of sustaining its operation multiplied. His City of Sheol stopped collecting Soul Origins and Crystals and its form now took the shape of a large platform that resembled a coffin.

Rowan's consciousness which was now wrapped in mortal flesh could not link with his bloodline. The cold energy that gave him flesh had isolated this single strand of consciousness.

With the position he was kept in, he could see the edges of his surroundings and managed to glimpse the individual who was holding him down.

He swallowed the blood that filled his throat, squeezing his chest together to force out the blood that filled with lungs. His captor had reached through his back and pulled out his heart. With his seemingly mortal consciousness, it was an annoying distraction, aggravated by the fact that his healing capabilities had been cut off.

With the blood out of his lungs, Rowan calmly conversed with his captor, "You speak of controlling my kingdom, but you still hide in the shadows. You believe I would hand my power over to someone who stabs my back?"

His captor suddenly released him and stepped back, Rowan could feel the earth vibrating under the heavy tread of his captor,

"I believe this is the only way for you to understand my qualities, Creator, and the proper way to utilize my power. I believe with my demonstration, I have proven the reason for you to allow me to rule in your stead, protecting your interest until you reach your complete potential."

Free from the pressure holding him down, Rowan stood up, his body bent in an awkward position from his numerous crushed ribs and shattered spine. Looking at the creature who had shackled his consciousness in this mortal form, he cocked his head to the side in surprise.

After freeing him, his captor knelt, and when Rowan stood up, they prostrated flat to the ground. His attacker was an Angel of Char.

At first, from its shape Rowan thought that this was the same as the demonic Angel of Char who was at the forefront of their Host, and indeed this enigmatic Angel had been his first suspect, but a glance at the Array of Angel of Char in the East and he saw the figure, standing still, and frozen in time like all the rest.

'Except this one.' Rowan thought wryly as he looked back to the postrating Angel of Char.

He had the same demonic appearance as the foremost Angel of Char, with two batlike wings filled with dead eyes, a scaled skin that appeared to be scorched, and two long reptilian tails that ended at a spear point.

The head of this Angel of Char was also not connected to its body, floating a few inches from it, and slowly rotating. All four faces it had however were female.

He recalled the conversation he had with Eva that had led him to easily suspect an Angel of Char had been the one responsible for this betrayal. She had told him that more powerful Angels could not be easily controlled.

Although they were loyal to him, they could still choose to go against the Will of their creator if they felt that their actions would lead to an ultimately favorable outcome for their creator.