The Primordial Record novel Chapter 943

Chapter 943 I Am Sorry

The moment Rowan threw her to the heavens, a frightening wave of power erupted from her body, but this was all under the calculations of Rowan, who in his cold rage had a deep connection with the tempo of battle. He sliced his way through space, something that was considered to be impossible inside the Frozen Waste, but after spending a thousand years here he was intricately familiar with this region, avoiding the greater brunt of the shockwave, but he did not wait before it ended and revealed himself.

Anyone else would have waited for the wave of force to end, but if he did that he would be falling into the rhythm of the enemy, he grunted as a majority of his bones and flesh were crushed to a pulp for a brief moment, and in a blink of an eye the injury vanished as his unnatural vitality healed him from the blows of a Will Holder whose cries of rage had attacked him across time.

The only problem was that Rowan had been truly reborn a thousand years ago, and even the rage of Elura could not find much to damage but flesh that had been baptized under the unnatural powers of the Primordial Ouroboros.

Her rage, although unfocused, was enough to crush every bone in his body, and Rowan's body was not the weak mortal body on the Twilight Bridge, but his full-dimensional flesh, held together by a Primordial Ouroboros bloodline at the fourth Supreme Circle.

Crushing him meant shattering an unknown number of worlds and stars, but Rowan had already moved the majority of the inhabitants of his dimension into the depths of his dimension, placing them beside the city of Sheol for safety.

The quick healing of his wounds might seem simple on the surface but in his dimension, countless worlds had returned to life and stars blazed anew in a stunning process that was almost as if time was reversing, and due to the fact that time ran faster inside his dimension, this also quickened his healing, and unless one watched closely, it would seem as if he was never hurt in the first place.

The old man observed this healing process, and he saw how Rowan's body repaired itself so quickly it was almost as if his body had already finished healing before it was hurt in the first place. His eyes shone with a glow that would drive fear into the heart of anyone who knew him, and the plans he had for his grandson were reevaluated, for he realized he had looked down on his talents.

Rowan's movement had brought him within a few feet of Elura, where he attempted to stab her with a short blade of ice, she caught his hand with a dismissive flourish, her nose raised in the air with annoyance, just perfectly in line for Rowan's headbutt fuelled by the power of Ascension to connect.

The old man winced when he heard a crack, and the howl of Elura as she was crushed into the earth. His daughter was many things, but a warrior she was not, after all, some of her shades could become great warriors and so she did not bother, finding the art of battle to be beneath her. This attitude had inevitably caused a rift between father and daughter Rowan dived downwards, his eyes focused on the woman buried hundreds of feet in the icy ground, on his hand was a massive hammer made from ice.

Quicker than Elura could anticipate he slammed the hammer to her skull. She was rising to her feet and this blow pushed her on her face. The sound and the shockwave that erupted from this single blow spread out for millions of miles and generated so much heat between the point of contact of the hammerhead and Elura's skull, that it was almost as if a supernova had gone off.

The hammer shattered to pieces smaller than atoms, and considering that this hammer was forged from one of the hardest substances in all the known third-dimensional universe would attest to the sheer might in Rowan's blows.

His stats after all these years had reached a terrifying level, that anyone who thought he could be challenged without consequences was in for a nasty surprise. Rowan seized her by the neck, a part of him knowing his actions were a bit foolish, but the sorrow in his heart needed to be quelled, and combat was the only way to soothe the ache in his heart.

Elura's eyes were filled with fury, and a single strand of hair from her head was dislodged from her skull, it seemed this was the final straw. She no longer thought about holding back her rage, and for a moment here, it had reached a point where the next move she was about to make would erase Rowan from reality.

Feeling the impossible wave of power building in her body that threatened a level of destruction that was shocking to his senses, Rowan simply inhaled and reached across his entire dimension, he gathered the power of frost from the void and his Primordial Sea of Darkness and channeled it through his mouth, he blew.