The Primordial Record



With dimensional flesh, Rowan understood all the intricacies of manipulation size and mass, and although his height remained at a modest seven feet outwardly, his true appearance in this mortal body was eighty-five feet and he was still slowly growing. He was as heavy as a mountain, but his Ascendancy Aura made him lighter than air.

Although he now had access to an infinite amount of Ascendancy Aura, his limited

consciousness meant he could only draw it out using a straw than the pipelines he would have been capable of unleashing previously.

Despite the slower method of filling up his powerbase, and this was for Rowan with his ridiculous foundation-it should take him about six months to become a Deific Ranked Explorer, and then he would summon another portion of his consciousness.

When he was killed by the World Will, his consciousness had been scattered to all four corners of the world. This was not just a figure of speech. If Rowan was to resurrect his full consciousness he would have to perform this process four times.

The first portion of his consciousness had been collected and in six months, he should perform the ritual a second time. At that time he would reassess his situation, gain more of his lost memories, and hopefully more of his abilities would be unlocked, thereby standing a better chance of survival.

Looking at the sleeping form of Nyla, Rowan's eyes went a bit dull as he reconsidered the plans he had for her and the Shiik for the last time before he nodded and placed his palm over her face.

Her body shuddered before it began to shrink, and there was a piercing scream as if she was in great pain before she vanished.

It was a risky prospect to place something that was largely untested into play since he would not be able to entirely predict the outcome with a hundred percent certainty, but he understood the importance of chaos, and muddying the water.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Rowan opened his palm, and there was a small tattoo of a woman with a hunched back standing beside a large spider, he closed his palms and looked around himself for a while before collapsing into dust.

When he reappeared he was inside a large cathedral located near the tip of the Stone Reach Castle, he was near the center of power in the continent, and beside the Cathedral was the palace of the Divine Ascendant, but Rowan did not seem bothered by the fact that he was so close to danger, although with his rate of growth, it was most likely he was already invincible in this continent.

His form was a shadow as he began heading deeper into the Cathedral. In this realm, there was only war and this shaped the culture of this world into one where weapons and the mighty were worshiped. The Cathedral was a gateway to the tools used in this war, for it contained massive statues of weapons, warships and so many other instruments of battle.

What was notable was that none of these weapons or ships were made from metal, instead, they were built using the flesh and bones of both Explorers and Calamities. These were not just renditions but full-sized copies, and could be used at a moment's notice, although doing such a thing was considered heresy unless the continent was about to fall, only then would the weapons of war, anointed under the endless prayers of the mortals, would be let loose.

Unlike the triangular-shaped metallic warships made with Trithon which was popular with the Silver Alliance, the majority of the warships and weapons outside the alliance were made from the most readily available resource in the realm, which was the flesh of Calamities. The greatest power in the realm, the Council of Nine had taken this concept to a different dimension where even their buildings were made from living flesh. This Cathedral was the outpost of this great power which held the fate of every single Explorer in the realm.

Yet all of these instruments of war in the cathedral paled before the service and worship that was assigned to one individual, considered the first Explorer, Berrion The Undying, a figure wrapped in myths and shadows.

The instrument for his worship was placed in the central portion of the temple, it was not a statue, only a large painting that showed a powerful being with his back facing the audience. His face was upturned, and his hands were clenched tight.

Although humanoid, he possessed many features that were not structured with the bodies of Explorers. There were many tales of how the mighty Berrion had imposed such great torture on himself, warping his flesh and spirit in order to find a way forward for all Explorers to follow.

The experiments he had imposed on himself were so dangerous that anyone else would have perished a million times over, but time and time again, Berrion survived, and he showed the Explorers the path forward, using his flesh and blood to create them.

He was called The Undying for nothing else could describe his monstrous tenacity. Over time Berrion grew more powerful and he left everyone else behind and pushed forward into the domain of the dark alone, but he created the Council of the Nine to carry his legacy and find worthy Ascendants that could follow him into the darkness.

Except for the few members of the council of the Nine, no one had seen the full image of Berrion, and this enigmatic being remained a faceless source of worship for the majority of the mortals and Explorers and they would never know the true face of their savior.

It was a good thing then that Rowan recognized Berrion, how could he not, the bastard had crushed him to pieces and slaughtered his children. The feeling of the Primordial weapon shattering his skull and digging into his heart was one he would never forget.

"Your god is the devil," Rowan chuckled and went past the image of Berrion. Clad in the flesh of Ascendancy, Rowan was fearless. He returned to the place he would be resting for the next six months, a warship made from the bones of Explorers, specifically, their skulls.