The Primordial Record novel Chapter 928

Chapter 928 Curse Of The Eye

Rowan groaned and closed his eyes, he could use a stronger Ward, but those left signs behind and it would do nothing but draw more attention in the long run. He decided that anyone stubborn enough to investigate a Ward placed in a dangerous location like the Frozen Waste partially deserved what was coming to them.

Trying to settle back into his thought process, he knew there should be other Primordial factions, like the power in charge of the Exchange Space where Labyrinth coins were used, and…

"Greetings, my name is Jeren, and I am the leader of these bands of gods who are here to seek fortunes in greater lands beyond…"

"If you treasure your souls, don't speak one more word. Leave this place, and do not look back," Rowan interrupted his introduction as he cracked an eye open and looked at this Jeren, he was a mighty God Emperor covered in a heavy robe of Frost Giant skin and he was leading eleven God Kings, most likely the strongest in their universe, they were on a path towards a higher dimension.

He could easily notice the confidence in their demeanor, this was a group that chose to tread through this icy hell instead of easily submitting themselves to a higher power. Their confidence in other circumstances would be accommodated, but not here, the only result would be disaster.

"Why would you say such words, stranger," one of the God Kings spoke loudly, his irritation evident in his tone, "If you know a method to survive the frozen waste without fear you should share it. Crossing such a land of peril, any help to your fellow traveler is something that is beyond noble."

"What Eliza means…" the God Emperor cut off the annoyed God King with a cough, "Is that we are willing to pay heavily for the method you are employing to resist the cries of the Siren. We know such a thing must be precious, but don't fear, we are willing to pay twice the price for it."

Rowan sighed, he noticed that the gaze of these gods was lingering on the large metallic book by his side. The Aura emerging from this book was extremely special and carried a unique resonance with this Frozen Waste, it was easy to see that they were connected, and these gods must have made the conclusion that this treasure was the reason he could stay inside this land with no problem.

If he refused to give them this book, Rowan could already see the intent of violence that was slowly brewing in their hearts. No one who reached such a level of power was innocent. Unlike Rowan who could substitute for almost any resources with his Soul Energy, everyone else would have to fight for limited resources, stealing and killing was an accepted method of getting what was desired. Greed was a curse to both mortals and immortals it would seem, and yet Rowan tried to warn them, perhaps if they left quickly enough, their lives might be spared,

"If something like this truly existed I would be shocked. After all this time, you would think that a technique like this would be well known, or perhaps, if it had existed for a long time and few know of it then the logical conclusion you should be making is that any idea of this particular technique is snuffed out before it can spread."

The twelve gods looked at each other, a silent message passing in between their ranks, and then the God Emperor chuckled, "I am sorry stranger, perhaps you mistake our intentions, we are willing to trade, yet you are implying that you will kill us to keep your secrets?"

"Not me," Rowan closed his eyes, "Your minds will. You should say your final words and think thoughts of happiness, perhaps it might make your passing easier… although I doubt it."

"Why are we wasting time with him? He is bluffing. Let us grab the treasure and leave. He cannot be that powerful, I cannot sense any danger from him, and if he tries anything, we can kill him."

More similar words followed but It did not take long for the screaming to start. Hellish screams that should not emerge from the mouths of any living being. Rowan ignored the cries for help, at this point they were beyond saving, even their souls had become corrupted and were unable to reach Rowan. What was killing them was truly vicious.

After a while the screaming stopped, and Rowan did not bother opening his eyes. The only thing he could hear was the harsh cries of the wind blowing across the frozen waste, but it did nothing to calm the fury inside his heart, "This should be enough sample, I can attempt to seal it again," he muttered to himself.

Beside him, he heard breathing, and the left side of his body went cold. This was a strange chill that was hard to describe because it did not affect the body or spirit, he only felt it in his consciousness, that is, no one except him could feel it. It was the last reason why he had decided to live alone for the last thousand years.