The Primordial Record novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Eyes Wide Shut (4)

Dispersing his question, he let himself fade into her memory, where she stood inside a field he had never seen before. She wore a red flowing robe and her eyes were closed.

At once, Rowan sensed that he was in a different time, somewhere far back in the past, the air felt different, it was almost alive.

His attention went back to the woman, Rowan observed her features, which could not be necessarily called beautiful in the conventional sense, if he were to describe it, he would call it heroic. She possessed a valiant aura that resembled a warrior.

Her body structure reminded him of Maeve, even under the flowing robe, it was not hard to catch a glimpse of the lithe figure she had. It was a physique that hid shocking power.

Far down the field was a village that seemed eerily similar to Calcutta. The farmers held their hoes and Sickles as they discussed merrily among themselves, for the harvest was bountiful.

He could distantly hear the glorious laughter of children and the upbeat sounds of a village as they began a new day, the sun had begun rising over the horizon and the twittering of birds flying across the skies was like music to the ears.

Opening her eyes, her pupils were blood-red, but they glowed like gemstones. She was in a field of barley, and she slowly walked through the field, letting her fingers run through the grains. The wind blew against his waist length hair and the corner of her mouth turned as she gave a crooked grin.

He shared this moment with her, it was of peace and tranquility. It was a unique part of her that he got to understand, after all, his ability to absorb and understand the souls of others was related to his bloodline, a power that was not supposed to be seen in the material universe.

A hand came to rest on her shoulders and a cheerful voice entered her ears, "My Grand Knight. Such a great view. "

"I know." She answered, the hands on her shoulders seemed familiar to her, and she did not shy away from the touch.

"Now." The voice seemed to take great pleasure in its next words, "Burn it all"

"What?"

But he saw her hands rising, sparks blossomed between her fingers, and her unwilling scream heralded the flames that exploded from her body like an erupting volcano, the field turned to a Purgatory as a flaming vortex appeared on her chest, it opened up and let out thick gout of Magma.

She cried in shock because the flames coming from her body refused her commands, and they spread to the village below. The magma spread down to the village like a flood.

Ashes fell like rain, and the sky darkened as the smoke that rose painted the skies black, the flames painted the cloud red. The world became a nightmare.

Rowan cried out in shock and anger, willing everything inside of him to hold the flames back, he strived to help her bar the floodgates to hell that had opened within her body.

That hand had never left her shoulders even through all the eruptions of flames, squeezed her shoulders in a painfully familiar manner

"My loyal knight. Now crush them!"

What replied was a quake. Her body began to suck in an incredible amount of Aether, it was so much Aether that space began to crack open, and the red flames pouring out from her turned blue, but she kept taking more Aether, and something worse emerged.

The earth beginning from her feet began to split apart, and from the sundered ground, Magma golems in their hundreds emerged, and they poured on the remnants of the people that still lived.