The Primordial Record

Chapter 1103:  Your Will Be Done

Xlubrrhhl Vroumor Rehhirk…

The Infinite Soul

The words from the mouths of the Ouroboros Serpent were deep and guttural, and if one was to ever hear a glacier or a mountain speak, then they could infer a small percent of the power and majesty behind that voice.

From the mouth of the Ouroboros Serpents, these words seemed natural, almost as if they were the perfect vehicle for these words of power.

Storm Hammer's body grew closer and closer to the head at the center, and despite the chill that held her in place, the growing fear in her heart still made her whimper, she could not help herself.

The heads of the Ouroboros Serpents pierced through the massive atmospheric storm that suddenly appeared around it due to only its breathing, and from Storm Hammer's estimation, this creature was more than a hundred miles tall.

One massive head fluidly turned towards Storm Hammer while the rest still looked at the heavens, with the size of the beast, there should be no reason it should move this fast. The serpent head looked at her for a moment before dismissively looking away. It was then that Storm Hammer noticed that being this close to the head of the serpent, she was beginning to lose her Core Aura, the last one percent was slipping away from her body and drifting towards the eyes of the serpents, and as darkness slowly closed over her vision, she saw in the distant horizon, a massive cloud of golden fireflies zooming towards the creature, and then as if it was by chance she saw him.

Even death fled away from her consciousness at the moment for she needed to see.

He was a beautiful young man with long red flowing hair, he clasped his hands behind his back and his eyes were focused on the horizon. He was naked from the waist upwards and clasped between the hands behind his back was a golden robe that whipped in the air in a mystical pattern.

From where he stood, it was almost as if the entire world and all of existence were below him, even the dreaded beast below was nothing in front of this majesty. It was a simple scene but it struck her with so much force that she knew that even in death, she would never forget this scene for she knew she had just seen something higher than anything she had the right to know.

"I have seen the face of God," she smiled into death as the last of her Core Aura vanished. The sacrifices of Rowan's children were accepted, and with a deafening roar the Ouroboros Serpents began to swallow the cloud of gold and Rowan simultaneously began his ascension to become an Ascendant.

Due to the path he was taking, his Ascension was different from the rest. He released his golden robes and let them fully infuse into the statue of the Ouroboros Serpents and he waited until the serpents devoured every single bit of his consciousness and he stiffened in pain and shock as the impact of absorbing all of that power into a mortal body reached him.

He was nearly crushed to pieces, the enormous ocean of Ascendant Aura he had inside of his body was wiped out at once as his body struggled to keep him in one piece. If he was not connected to the Shiik, who despite with long distance between them could as well be his shadow, Rowan's mortal shell would have perished at this moment. The Shiik fed from the destruction ravaging his mortal body and gave Rowan vitality in return, and because she had ascended to become a unique Calamity God, the power she could feed him was a thousand times greater than what was contained inside his mortal shell, no matter how vast his reserve was. He had truly made a monstrous creation when he made the Shiik.

The Ouroboros Serpents below him froze in place, and the first serpent head suddenly exploded into a golden dust that streamed into Rowan's body, entering through his spine.

Starting from Rowan's feet, his body began to transform into a golden statue. He gritted his teeth as he fought battles on many fronts, handing both his Ascension, the assimilation of the third part of his consciousness, and the myriad memories and power that it was bringing with it.

The second serpent's head exploded and the gold spread to Rowan's waist, and when the third serpent's head exploded, the gold reached his neck and he knew that he was at his limits, it was time to spread his legs and create his foundations.

Spread around this continent were three billion of his children, one of his consciousness nodes in his spine rapidly spat out the precise number, 3,004,178,773 Blood Blessed. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"As you are a part of me, your roots also dwell in this world, and it is not right that you should not gain a Natal Treasure. As you all carry me on your backs, so too shall I carry you."

Rowan slowly stretched forth his golden right hand, it was difficult, coupled with the fact that the gold had begun to spread up his neck and unto his head. From his outstretched palm, motes of golden dust began to fall.

Each dust fell for a couple of miles before they shivered and selected a single Blood Blessed and zoomed towards them. Upon arriving at their destination, the dust entered their foreheads and settled around their brain where it liquified and seeped into every cell in their body.

Everybody this happened to collapsed as a massive transformation began to happen inside their bodies. Rowan raised his left hand and more golden dust poured out of it, and below millions of Blood Blessed began to collapse into the dust.

Amazingly there was no panic among those who had not yet received the dust and had not collapsed into a state that an outside observer would think was death, for the collapsed Blood Blessed were not even breathing.

They all had an un-staunching faith in the Primogenitor of their bloodline, knowing that he would do them no harm, and even if he required their lives they would pay, for he had given them the means to fight against their oppressors.

Plus they could feel him in their heart, and they knew without any doubt that they were loved, and anything that he wills for them in their lives would be done according to it.