The Primordial Record novel Chapter 984

Chapter 984 Beyond His Power And Beauty

"This is good, this moment here with her is everything, I will not allow it to end, she will not leave me again, I now have power, I have broken a universe, why can I not have everything I want?"

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Rowan held his mother for a while, he allowed himself to forget for the moment of the person he had become and turned to the young boy of five who ran in a forest of endless green. It was the few memories he had of that time, and he held them close to his heart.

He closed his eyes and his senses slowed down, as the world in his perception slowed to a crawl, even the light from the setting sun was still. The pulse emerging from his eyes that ran into tens of millions every second began to wind down until it was left with only a single pulse.

This single pulse seemed to be everlasting, it wrapped around Rowan and his mother in a protective cocoon, it was as if he was not willing to let a single moment pass him by and so he wrapped them in a single pulse that would stand forever if that was what he wished for.

After learning of Spirit Emanations, he began taking steps to protect his secrets better, and one of the methods he had derived was this process. He had used the incredible perceptive power of the Primordial Ouroboros to isolate his surroundings. With a single pulse from his eyes causing the sensitivity of his vision to reach an impossible degree, it would be supremely difficult for anything to get past him without his notice. As far as he could tell the Primordial Ouroboros was unique, and so too was its perceptive abilities, and it would be difficult for an outside party to fool it without his knowledge.

Although he knew that he had been left alone with his mother, Rowan was taking no chances. It was Elura who placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back a little, and she looked at Rowan's face, for a while even she was amazed at his appearance, but it did not take long for her to peer beyond his beauty and bright eyes to see the pain and tiredness inside him.

He was capable of bearing the heaviest weight in the universe, but it did not mean that they did not leave scars and the pressure did not build up, it was only the fact that Rowan was growing too fast for the pressure to catch up to him.

All the horrors he had faced, all his battles, and the places and events he had witnessed were a heavy burden, and he added more to the pile every day, but he was always getting stronger, suppressing them all inside his consciousness that never stopped growing.

No one else could see the scars and the traces of the battle he had fought, even Rowan was only dimly aware of them, his power placed him on a constant high, and he would either reach the top in a single stretch or he would crash and burn.

His mother was the only one who could look beyond his power and beauty because she was not searching for all those when she looked at him. She was looking for his heart, and she saw that it was tired and broken.

Rowan was an abomination of endless potential, battered and broken, his body leaps forward, building on his scars. He had never stopped.

Elura swallowed, not allowing the tears that wanted to fall to escape her eyes, "When was the last time you slept Romion?"

With a wave of her hand, the space around them rippled as reality shifted and they appeared in a forest, Elura had twisted reality to show him her memories, weaving it with a profound application of Aetherium that would place whatever he faced on the Twilight Bridge to shame and would make what the Third Prince and the rest did to be nothing but child's play. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}