The Primordial Record novel Chapter 888

Chapter 888 The Foundations of A New World

This could be one of the most important things he would ever do, Rowan thought, and it made it important that he was not distracted, his rage was boiling, although he had made certain decisions when it came to defending his dimension, he began to wonder if the trade-offs were worth it.

His consciousnesses inside his dimension were calm and collected, influenced by his Sheol bloodline, but the emerging power of his Ouroboros bloodline was tainting his perception.

They claimed everything under creation as their own, and the loss of any of his children was like driving pins through his eyes, and for a moment he was on the verge of failing when his consciousnesses inside his dimension sent over a surge of strength and advice.

"Don't fight the rage, use it. It is yours, and it works for you, it is your Light that can never be extinguished!"

Rowan shuddered, how could he have ever forgotten? His bloodline was filled with rage, but it was also cold. His heart which was beating a thousand times a minute, settled into a slow and regular rhythm.

The emotions in his consciousness were channeled towards his creation and his mind went still, sinking back into the cool ocean of thoughts, where the work that transcends the gods and immortals was created.

He found that he liked it here, as he sank deeper into this ocean, and his creation revealed itself before him.

Rowan had once watched the entire life cycle of a Dragonfly when he was a mortal on Earth in a shallow swamp behind his home. From its egg to its nymph stage and finally as an adult. Unlike other insects that go through a fourth state of metamorphosis, a Dragonfly would skip the pupae stage and become a full adult after leaving the waters of their birth. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

He thought this example was rather apt because he could feel the same transformation happening inside his World Seed as he grew closer to completing the Core of this world. His children, the Ouroboros, were skipping the long line of evolution and transformation, emerging even before the Core was complete.

The transformed World Seed that resembled an eye began to bleed, as the six sinuous bodies pushed against the membrane of the eye, a haunting cry emerging from them that spread until it reached the Eye of the Primordial of Evil below.

On the ground, Silas Black and Aeris, who were creating a massive Spell Formation to begin the transformation of this place, looked up in curiosity at the Red Moon above.

Silas frowned, "Is that normal?"

"How should I know? Complete the Scripts so I can leave this place," Aeris grimaced in irritation, "Being so close to him, I can barely keep my mind straight, if I spend another hour here I shall be sacrificing myself to him!"

"It is tempting," Silas sighed, "Dropping all our burden and returning to him."

"Focus Silas, that is not the plan, without our direction, there will be no Focus for the event, no matter how much we want to rejoin with him, we are Shadows, and our essence would not feed him." Aeris snapped.

Silas shrugged, "That should have been the truth before, but you know that we have changed, we now have souls Aeris, even you, we can bring him back with our sacrifice, all this battle between us all is useless."