The Primordial Record novel Chapter 850

Chapter 850 Born To War

The size of the rupture in his Dimension could not be encapsulated by a mortal mind, even a god would find it difficult to fathom this level of destruction.

Rowan reeled, the rip in his Dimension was as if someone had ripped his head in two and was fishing inside his skull. His consciousness shook before it stabilized and what followed was blessed relief, as if a cancerous pustule growing where he could not reach had been lanced.

The destruction of his Dimension was surprising to Rowan for a brief moment before understanding came to him and even without a body he still felt a chill run down his spine at how closely he could have perished without his knowledge.

"It is not the blade that you see coming that is truly dangerous, it is the poisoned needle in the dark."

Rowan was reminded of these words, as it would have been possible that he could have perished a few minutes from now without the intervention of his Angels.

The newly created Power had not made a move out of hand when he tore Rowan's Dimension in two but had focused on the most intense threat he had detected that was destroying his Creator from the inside. What the Power had truly attacked was the remnants of the Third Prince's attack.

Rowan grinned, he could respect a good move, the Third Prince had used Rowan's strength against him, "The tricky bastard was truly diabolical."

Rowan had a ridiculous threshold for pain and could compartmentalize his undertakings to focus on the essentials. If he was a mortal he could be solving a complex mathematical problem while his limbs were being sawn off.

The Third Prince's previous attack that had denied him the Universe Will was still wreaking havoc inside his Dimension, but Rowan had analyzed that in time it would lose its edge and fade away, and he left it to its own device as he focused on other things, trusting in his rejuvenating capabilities to handle the injuries after its power fades away.

He had been mistaken.

On the surface, the attack of the Third Prince had slowly been fading away as its energy ran its course, but that was a ruse. Whatever weapon that had been used by him contained a hidden quality he had not previously detected, the closest example would be a sort of venom that Rowan did not know about.

The venom had slowly been sinking into his Dimension, infecting and killing it while spreading out a numbing agent that prevented Rowan who was focused on the creation of his Angels from understanding what was happening.

Perhaps even if he had been focused on the injury, he would still miss the venom, because it was disguising its capabilities and the damage it was doing, killing him from the inside while everything that Rowan could sense was normal. This sort of sophisticated poison was beyond anything he had come across before, and there was a high possibility that the venom would only be detected at the last moment when it had already done irreversible damage.

The single blow from the Power had torn through his Dimension, destroying every bit of venom inside of it, and with access to his nearly unlimited Aether from both the Primordial Sea of Darkness and the Sea of Ambrosia he had healed his injuries in the next few moments. The massive tear in his Dimension sealed away in the blink of an eye.

Without more consciousness pillars, his body still felt unwieldy and mostly dumb, his ascension to Immortal would eliminate this weakness and Rowan placed this danger away from his mind, he was fighting a war and danger was to be expected.

Free from this hazard, Rowan was able to focus on the newly created Powers, and he allowed himself to indulge in the sheer might that was rippling from their bodies in unending waves. Even as their creator, he was awed by their might, and for Rowan that was not an easy thing to accomplish.