The Primordial Record

Chapter 1232: Prepare My Road



Rowan's history with the Eye of Time began earlier than he had suspected. The first time he had come in contact with the Eye was barely a short while after he had been transmigrated into the body of Rowan Kuranes of Trion who had the body of a child and a short time to live.

At that time he was unaware that he had been placed inside a Nexus and was nothing but a lab rat for the schemes of the Third Prince which was nothing but a Reflection of the Eye of Time.

In the mansion made for him he had encountered a yellow crystal and when he touched that crystal he was taken to a world with a massive red moon, where he encountered powerful beasts both living and dead, and nearly lost his life to the lowest vermin in this place, a pair of Rift stage rats, but in that world there had been an ocean of soul essence floating around in the air and he had then made the decision to enter the world again to gain the power that he would need to push for Legendary.

He returned back again to this world for the second time and became a Legend, and it was there that his Ouroboros Serpents made their first cries of birth.

That World had been the dormant Eye of Time.

The third time Rowan had come in contact with the Eye of Time, he no longer had the yellow crystal that could carry him to the realm and so to gain access to it, he had to gather a unique form of Aura generated by the dead and dying all over Trion from its endless war.

He had infiltrated this realm and came to the realization that the moon overhead was no moon but the skull of Erohim, and from that height he looked downwards and saw the shape of the realm, and it was square, and he had been able to link that realm with the Eye of the Primordial of Time that he had seen in the Spirit Matrix Gate.

Rowan had also encountered a weird experiment with the soul being carried out in the realm, he had seen the dead bodies of Primordial Keepers and the attempt by the realm to utilize Soul Origin.

At that time Rowan had not understood the significance of what he was witnessing, he knew that it was vitally important, but it took nearly a million years of painstaking planning and preparation to finally understand the full scope of this plan.

It took a million years to bring together two powerful parties that dealt in Soul Origin, the fragment of the Primordial of Time, and one of the fallen Eternal Realms, Doom Star.

He had sacrificed so much for this day, and it was time to collect the fruits. The first step was to pay the price for entering a fallen Eternal Realm like Doom Star.

In the massive vortex, a gigantic palm emerged that seemed to touch the air, as if sampling for something, and whatever it was looking at was unknown but it seemed the owner of the hand was satisfied because as the gigantic palm retreated, a blue road that blazed with the power of Ascendancy burst out of it.

"Come to me, child.... Prepare my road!"

The force that had been compressing the Shiik into a paste vanished and her body was drawn to the vortex and she hovered near it. The voice that entered her mind was the same as her creator's but it was... cold.

She shivered and knew what she must do, it could be said it was one of the true reasons why she was created, and finding another of her purpose brought with it a fresh burst of excitement in her heart, but it was not enough to quell the pain, but for now, it would have to do.

She reached across her Memories and Time, searching for the connections that were intrinsically linked to her, and she pulled forth all the corrupted Temple Maidens whose bizarre nature had been feeding her an endless stream of darkness and Calamity Aura.

They appeared before her, their numbers in the millions. A Mind Formation entered her consciousness and she began to weave it.

Lines of darkness began to chain the Temple Maidens together and before long they were strung in a massive web-like structure that was spread out like an umbrella that floated upwards until it hovered above the Shiik.

Mysterious chanting began to emerge from her lips that was being echoed by the millions of Temple maidens who began moving in a jerking unnatural manner that made their bones crackle and pop as they were broken and healed so quickly that it did not interfere with the next series of movements.

The ritual reached a crescendo and the millions of Temple Maidens suddenly looked to the skies and they shrieked, black blood like tar emerged from their eyes that were entirely white, and began to fall. These tears became a rain of blackness that landed on the blue road and it began to subtly transform it.

The blue road was crafted from the purest form of Ascendancy, it would be the foundations of the road, what came next would be the purest form of Calamity, so pure that even the Shiik was unable to create something like that, only the Mind Formation could constantly purify this concentrated form of Calamity Aura and unleash it on the Ascendancy road where Rowan could begin merging them.

As the black rain continued to fall, the road that stretched for millions of miles began to slowly transform, mile after mile, as a purple road began to emerge from the merger.

The Aura of this road was powerful, enough to stir the minds of the emerging Calamity Suns and the fragmented Wills of the realm.

There was one thing that this realm was seeking above all else was buried in its dusty history, and although it had searched in despair for countless years, in all that time it had not forgotten the direction it needed to go, and the emerging purple road called to it like nothing had ever done for so many eternities. It needed to possess it.

The realm that the Eye of Time had transformed into was for two purposes, the first was to create this massive body that had enough mass and power that the cracks that dominated its entire body could be temporarily suppressed, but this was just to hold on for long enough until it could claim new bodies for a shell that could hold it.

To get those bodies, it would need an army, and the Eye of Time had one such army. One of the Forbidden armies of the King of Nothing.

During the Primordial Era, the gates of power were left mostly open, and although it was unknown why the Primordials allowed it for so long or the reason they chose to end that Era, what was clearly known was that no Era before or after could match the height of the Primordial Era when it came to the distribution of power or the height that certain individuals were able to reach.

Individuals so powerful that in their hubris they felt they could challenge the Primordials. Perhaps there was truth to that statement because although accounts of those periods were largely unknown, the truth was that the battle that ended the Primordial Era took place over many Minor Eras, suggesting that these powerful forces were strong enough to resist the forces of the Primordials for that long, and one of those armies that fought that bitter war for countless trillions of years were slowly been roused from their eternal slumber.

The Eye of Time would never let Rowan complete his road.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om