The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 147 Perilous Journey (3)

A green mushroom cloud appeared over the battlefield and Circe was flung far into the sky with a cry, as the sound and force that erupted from this move by Rowan nearly stunned her senseless.

She had already begun gathering Aether, when she noticed the green sun being created by him, and before she could understand what he wanted to do with such an impressive amount of Aether she nearly blacked out when the shockwave from the explosion from the flames far beneath her reached her body.

She had readied no defenses but her armor, and although that had reduced the impact, it was still a terrifying force that reached her body.

She took some time to steady herself in the air and looked down below, "Erohim!" Circe could not help herself but call out in shock and awe. The flames had disappeared with supernatural quickness, leaving the ground a red field of lava and smoke.

Every creature below her was gone. Vaporized away by intense heat and force, the ground had been reduced by several feet, and she could only see a single person standing in the center of it all, he did not look impressed at what he had done, he only had a contemplative look on his face.

He slowly walked out of the field of larva and looked around as he sighed, when she came down beside him, she heard him muttering, "I thought it would be out by now."

Keeping the shock out of her face, Circe swallowed, "That was impressive." she said, "Is there a problem with this situation?"

"Yes, there usually should be a leader for any of the hordes. Maybe this is a small one and does not warrant its attention." Rowan said, and he turned to her, "Please turn around."

"Why?" Circe asked, and her eyes widened again as the clothes on Rowan's body began falling to pieces and fading into smoke. Her cheeks went red, and she looked away and coughed, "Warn me properly next time."

Rowan rolled his eyes, and fished for new clothes inside his Spatial bracelet; he had tried holding his clothes together with his Telekinesis, as the heat and the massive explosion he generated using Bone Fire and Vortex shocked him.

If he had started with this move, he could have easily killed all the creatures here at once. But, Rowan knew he was getting stronger because he was gradually freeing up his impressive physical Essence and the Abilities he had used in this fight had combined both his physical Essence and his Aether.

Rowan was sure his snow-white Aether was different from anyone else because after fighting with several Incarnation State beings, the quality of the Aether they employed seemed fragile to him.

If his Aether was made from grains, then theirs was made from smoke. The difference in quality could not be more clear.

The addition of both properties into these Abilities had created this massive eruption of power that superseded any technique he could ever unleash using a singular source of power.

This battle netted him another 800 Soul points, and he nearly grinned as he was getting closer to the peak of the Legendary State.

"c'mon we have to go. I'll carry you." Circe began creating a platform of blue ice a few feet above the ground.

Rowan hurriedly wore his boots, his outfits were disappearing fast and if he loses one with every battle, then he would need more.

He hopped onto the platform of ice, making sure he used his Telekinesis to lighten his weight, as he was sure he was far heavier than he looked, with his body more akin to living metal than flesh and blood.

These minor passive abilities granted by his Empyrean body were becoming far more useful than he gave them credit for. The barrier that covered his body and his Telekinesis were rapidly becoming indispensable.

He wondered why they had not yet been categorized inside the Primordial Record. Then he just placed it as a necessary addition to his Empyrean body, and likened it to the same way humans had hair on their body, but he had a field of unknown barrier shielding his flesh.

Giving a small cry, she lifted them up and the ice platform began to ascend and take to the skies, they zipped north, and in two minutes they reached the massive convoy, there were more than a hundred and fifty long vehicles in this convoy, with only fifty of them holding passengers, 200 apiece.

They resembled school buses only in the loosest sense of the word, for they were at least 80 feet (24.38 meters) long and were massive behemoths, that made the ground rumble, but otherwise they operated silently, whatever engine was beneath the hood of these vehicles worked silently.

They spotted eight pairs of massive tires that appeared to be fashioned with especially tough materials.

The rest of the convoy was filled with food, provisions, medicine, weapons, soldiers, and the elites of the town; it would serve as the control, administrative and economic center of the convoy.

The convoy stretched for more than three miles, and Rowan was impressed by the administrative prowess that went into creating and maintaining such a feat.

Circe must have seen the astonishment on his face because she slowed down, and pointed downwards, "I wish I could take credit for organizing such a massive convoy, but sadly that is not the truth. In every town in Jarkarr, such convoys are staples of the community."

Rowan had a faint idea for the reason, "The so-called Great Storm?"

"Bingo! Jarkarr is a world of ice for a reason, and although everything below seemed fresh and lush, it's a facade carefully maintained by my family to maintain life and civilization on this world."

"Except on the mountain, I have not seen any sort of ice and snow for hundreds of miles around." Rowan said, pointedly looking around them, there were no signs of snowfall.

"Yeah well, that's what happens when you have a family that can control the weather, we can keep things cool and toasty if it works for us." Circe smiled and created a mini tornado in her hand, with flashes of lighting sprouting out from it now and then, she dismissed the manifestation when she closed her fist.

"Yet, the Great Storm stumps your efforts to control?"

"What? No, without the Great Storm this planet is useless to us, it is the reason this natural phenomenon has been strictly preserved."

"You have my attention." Rowan folded his hands.

"Are you aware of the primary purpose for which this world exists?" Not waiting for a reply, she continued as she brought out a blue flower from the Spatial ring on her finger, "This is the sole reason why our family preserves this planet. The reason two percent of our family's total centennial revenue comes from this planet."

Handling over the flower to Rowan, he took it and gently brought it to his nose, there was no discernible scent, and it emitted a perceptible chill as he held it.

The flower was shaped like a blue lily, with large bell shaped flowers, and like the name implied, it was hard as metal.

Rowan lightly tapped the flower with his finger, and it gave out short metallic pings like a small tambourine. He expected the edges of the flower to be sharp because of their metallic composition, but they were not.

"Blue Iron is processed into a Battle Stimulant that is graded into three levels, black, silver, and bronze. Each of them corresponds to its usage towards Incarnation, Rift, and Legendary State Dominators. Here they are."

Circe brought out three different colored vials and presented it to Rowan. They were shaped like pills, and they had no visible openings and were about the size of a small grape.

She pointed at the vials, "each of them contains potent energy that…"

She paused when she heard the crunch coming from Rowan's mouth, he had just thrown in the bronze vial and was chewing it.