The Primordial Record

Chapter 1226: I Am A....



Darkness spread down from the heavens, the Calamity Suns responding to the anger of the realm and with a mighty roar, the darkness covering their mighty forms exploded, revealing the monstrous entities underneath.

There were massive balls of diseased flesh, a seemingly endless mass of cancerous flesh that made no meaning or had no purpose. There was a time when Rowan thought that the Abominations he had once seen in Trion had been the epitome of the madness of flesh, but he was wrong, the Calamity Suns were much worse.

From endless empty eye sockets that were filled with tentacles to protruding eyes that grew legs, arms, and bleeding masses of muscles, massive bleeding holes that bled an ocean of blood and pus. The Calamity gods seemed to be an existence that was built from pain and rot, they should be dead, but their undead nature still burned with a vitality that was impossible to comprehend. River of darkness flowed through their veins, and in them, madness was made manifest.

In between battling the two Ascendants, the Eye of Time had the presence of mind to look towards the direction of Rowan, the purple four-sided eye in the forehead of the third prince rotating with a glow that froze time around it in such a total manner that even the two Ascendant Suns were held in place.

Another crack emerged from the Eye of Time as it no longer held back. Rowan had revealed his trump card, and although extremely dangerous for it, ultimately it was something that it could avoid if it collected the soul of Rowan.

The body of the Third Prince rotated, slicing through the bodies of the Ascendant Suns thousands of times, each stroke of the blade releasing a time-storm that grounded every slice of the Ascendant Sun's bodies to nothing.

This was not enough to kill them, just weaken them long enough for the Eye of Time to claim its prize.

The Eye of Time exploded from its position heading straight for Rowan, its ridiculous speed making the world tear open from its passage, and darkness and the Calamity Suns followed behind him, too slow to stop his movement.

Rowan could see the the face of the Third Prince, and despite the vicious disfigurement from the battle with the Ascendant Suns, there was still a large smile on his face, Rowan ignored that smile and touched his chest, the merger was completed, and his dimension was whole.

Looking back up to the Eye of Time he saw there was no longer any large smile on its face, instead anger and a bit of panic.

Rowan frowned, as much as he would love for the Eye of Time to panic at the completion of his dimension, there was no reason for it to do so, it had not experienced the power of his dimension, so panicking should not be among one of its response, unless...

A large furry hand burst out of his chest and he was lifted up into the air, a fetid breath washed across his face the masked visage of Berrion the Undying came to his sight,

"Ahh... is this not familiar? Did I not kill you like this once before?"

Ascendant Aura burst out of his chest, the shell of his Ascendant body too weak to contain it, and his Ascendant body began to finally degrade, there would be nothing he could do to hold back this damage, and Rowan no longer saw any reason why he should continue with this facade any longer.

He looked back to Berrion the Undying and he frowned,

"How did you manage to get close to me both times without my knowledge?"

One of the fox tails of the Undying reached up and almost gently touched his face, and a voice filled with such great depths of bitterness, pain, and rage swept towards Rowan in whispers, as if the Undying was afraid that if it spoke aloud, the last of his control would snap,

"Should you not have known this truth by now? Did you not create all of this for your wretched dreams? How many times... how long will I suffer before you grant me—"

Whatever the Undying was going to say was lost as a massive purple blade slammed into him and sent him hurtling into the horizon. The Eye of Time from a distance had hurled its blade toward the thief trying to steal its meal.

He laughed and seized Rowan by the throat, not wasting any time to posture or talk about its victory, the body of the Third Prince collapsed and the Eye of Time slammed into the shattering Ascendant shell of Rowan and entered into his body as the possession began once

more.

The Calamity Suns and the Darkness arrived over the body of Rowan the cry of rage from the Shiik surrounding the realm, they surrounded him and he was lifted up in a mantle of flesh and flowing blood, his Ascendant body shaking with what seemed like the last of a dying battle within, no matter how powerful he was, the possession of a fragment of a Primordial was not something anyone could just shake off, especially considering the fact that the Eye of Time was desperate.

Within Rowan the Eye of Time faced roadblocks but it was nothing before its might, it did not hesitate to call up more powers from within itself, leading to more cracks along its surface as it went deeper into Rowan, staining his bright whitish-golden soul with a purplish hue that glowed with the charm of Time and Evil.

The Eye of Time reached the core of Rowan's soul and it found itself on the top of a mountain, and the mountain was a blazing fire with three burning logs within it, and there were three chairs here that were occupied by three people.

The first were both females, and the last was Rowan. Looking around in confusion, the Eye detected that it was within Rowan's Soul but also somewhere different. Rowan was talking to the two females, and they all seemed not to be aware of its presence.

Spreading his perception, they touched everyone here and he knew them, Nyla Sheritz, Temple Mother Eliaxha, and a fragment of Rowan's soul... what was this? Where was his core?

"I get you are a bit confused," the voice of Rowan said. The Eye of Time looked at the fire and saw that the fragment of Rowan's soul was staring at him, and he gestured to the side where another chair had appeared,

"You should sit here and talk with us, there is not much time left... he is coming."

Frustrated the Eye sought to summon flesh from across the rivers of time but it was denied. It grunted in surprise and frustration, and it looked toward the chair that the fragment of Rowan's soul had pointed out and it seemed to have understood something, and without speaking it glided through the air and hovered above the chair.

Hesitating for a moment, the Eye of Time descended, and as it did, flesh covered it, and when

it sat, it wore the body of the Third Prince,

"What is happening," it growled, "Where is your soul core?"

Rowan smiled and within there was a hint of sadness,

"I tried to do this the easy way, at least with me, you would have known a measure of mercy. I said it before, he is coming, and he does not have my soul or the mercy it contains, pray that The learns from it quickly enough."

The Third Prince looked at Rowan for a bit and then it screamed in realization, "It can't be... No, not possible, you are..."

Rowan grinned and spoke slowly, the baritone of his voice shaking the air, "I am a

Reflection."