The Primordial Record novel Chapter 910

Chapter 910 Final Confrontations

?Lightning flashed overhead in the void, the last remnants of his song rippling across creation.

Rowan began walking towards his enemies, his footstep eating the miles, the Twilight Bridge underneath pulsing, as if it was a beating heart. Although he was aware of the position of all of them, his focus was on Third, the demented Reflection that had posed as his father for so long, and twisted Rowan into the direction he found himself in today.

Although his present state was a result of his decisions, it did not take away from the fact that the road towards this moment was paved by the hands of Third. His only consolation was the understanding that no matter the plans Third had made, there was no way he would have anticipated the ending would be like this. Rowan was eager to reveal more surprises to this creature.

The eleven Will Holders stayed at the edge of the bridge, none of them stepping onto it, the emotions on their faces were difficult to read, but there was confusion on their faces, and no matter how they tried to hide it… awe. Rowan might not understand the significance of the song that he had created, but he had an inkling.

After all the time that has gone by since the beginning of creation, it was rare for something of such monumental power and beauty to be created, and by a mortal for that matter. However, anyone who treated Rowan as a mere mortal was a fool.

There were two new additions to the ranks of the Will Holders, and Rowan grinned inside his heart as he recognized Silas and Aeris, the Tower Masters of the Magus Supreme World, and the last two pieces of the puzzle, the Final Reflection, Second.

He stopped a thousand feet away from them, a distance so close, that every single detail of their bodies could be seen.

Golgoth encased in his dead armor, the confused eyes of Minerva who seemed to be searching for something inside her body, the furious look of the Winter King, whose mantle of frost was rotating around him like a buzz saw, and finally the Third Prince, who out of everyone here bore a startling resemblance to Rowan, except his hair was black and he wore a red robe.

It was as if he was assisting his body in tiny parts to resemble Rowan. This was most likely the case, for Third was covetous of power, and the power that Rowan had displayed made his greedy hearts filled with unrest, he had begun devouring Rowan inside his head, so his body could not help but mimic the form of his desire.

Rowan's prismatic eyes analyzed each of them in detail, noting their bodily structures and weapons, this battle would require careful planning and focus, he could not just depend on his attributes to allow him to win any challenges, especially with the presence of the Third Prince who controlled multiple Wills.

The sound of the Third Prince clapping his hands resounded in the void between the dead and the living universe, "Here he stands. The Emperor of mortals. Such a Title, I believe you deserve, for have there ever been a mortal like you since the dawn of creation? Curse me all you like in your hearts Rowan, but your existence is very much a work of my hands. I have to congratulate you, child, truly in all my years, I have never seen anything quite like that… your music would put those of the Celestial Court to shame."

"Then you will enjoy this even more," Rowan smiled and he stretched forth his right hand, he seized something behind the Will holders and pulled.