The Primordial Record

"Yay… then I’ve to be going master, the trip would take a year, but I would hurry as fast as I can." Archimedes pumped her claws in celebration, and she turned and bared her teeth to the rest of the Covenant, "Be wary of your dealing with them master, they refused to fall with you on that day, and all ran with their tails between their legs as you alone faced the might of all the gods of Trion."

"I don’t think sending us all to our death in an endless series of mindless death should be the way we avenge your master Archimedes."Ulremazz said as he massaged his brows.

"It should be your honor." The lightning Kirin sniffed and looked away in disdain, and Ulremazz chucked wryly.

Saying another heartfelt goodbye to Rowan, the Archimedes transformed into enormous bolts of lightning and streaked far into space, her destination, Jarkarr.

"I have always wondered…" said Fiona Shadowsoul, "How a Demon of Destruction such as you Ohrox would have the loyalty of a Lightning Kirin. None in my Coven had succeeded."

"And they never will." Khoron sneered, "Face the facts, Crow, no matter how you want to paint the facade over your powers. You are a death dealer, your lot is by the grave with the lost and the departed and the Lightning Kirin is a creature of light and valor of bravery and bloodlust. You can never have her."

"Every time you speak, I’m reminded that in the Abyss, even a flea with the brain size of a needle head can become a god." Fiona Shadowsoul shot back.

"Yet, you are envious of an accomplishment that so many of us easily achieve, while your entire Coven languish in jealousy." Khoron smirked, "I wonder what that makes of you?"

Arlushan tapped the table, "Let’s return to the reason we assembled here. The matter of the glorious resurrection of one of our own, and his gradual reinstatement into his Throne. In addition to the Elura Fragments to be given to him, we must also allocate Worlds, armies, resources…"

Rowan discovered everything around him was slowly turning gray, like the monochrome television of his previous life.

Arlushan and everyone else at the table turned to him, and Rowan noticed that their eyes glowed in an alien manner, and for the briefest of a moment, he understood that what he was seeing was just a shell used by these creatures, their names had revealed a small part of their nature, but whatever they were.

It was vast and old and extremely horrifying.

"Of course, it must be strenuous for you to activated your Origin Treasure for so long. When you have not reignited your Infernal Spark. Rest well Ohrox, Prince of Destruction, as we shall manage the details of your affair in a satisfactory manner."

Rowan closed his eyes and felt his consciousness zipped across the Cosmos into his body, and he eyes snapped open.

He spent the next two minutes holding his head as a piercing pain from a long overdrawn Spirit nearly tore his mind apart.

When he came to, Rowan was silent. Whatever damages done to him by over drawing his Spirit had been healed, and his mind was fully alert.

He buckled the Spatial bracelet on his right wrist and used his Spirit to collect pieces of tactical gear, but he took only a fitting underwear and an armored trouser that looked and felt like silk. It was black with many two pockets each by the side. The shoes were black heavy boots and Rowan instantly fell in love with them.

Rowan did not sweat or did he have any discernible body odor, so he wore the underwear and trousers without any discomfort, leaving his upper body bare. His feet slid into the boots, and he nearly groaned in pleasure. Something about keeping your foot embraced inside a warm enclosure always brought comfort.

He retrieved wine and a considerable slab of seasoned meat. Breaking a small pile of wood from the crates used to store other odds and ends, he easily made a fire, the wood was dry and quickly caught the flame, and they gave out a fragrant smoke similar to Apple wood.

Rowan used his Telekinetic ability to slowly rotate the meat over the open flame, and the flames soon began to sizzle, and the fat began to melt.

He kept his mind blank and chose to let his subconscious mull over the events that had just transpired, and his eyes had a glazed look.

The wines was still chilled, as it would seem that the Spatial bracelet, kept items in the same condition that they were placed in. This should be a very useful feature for him.

He waited until the meat was well cooked and fragrant, and he stamped out the fire, he made his way to outside the mountain, to see a new day breaking.

He sat and watched the sun rise as he feasted on the meat and drank his wine. It was hard to imagine under this rising sun that a third of life on this planet had been destroyed because of his curse.

How many people would have died just to justify that amount of death? Rowan finished the last drop of the wine and took another, and broke it open.

The chillness on his tongue transformed to a blazing heat inside his chest, and his mind wandered corridors best left untouched.

What was happening on this planet was not of his will. But that did not mean he had no part in the blame.

Since the monsters used his body as a source of nutrition to grow, then he would collect all that belongs to him.

Rowan had seen too many death and destruction in such a short while that he no longer knew how to process grief.

He could only try to correct the wrongs he would come across and live his life in a manner that would make him sleep at night without wondering about the nature of his heart.

But as he could no longer sleep, he had to drown his pains in other ways.

In a short while, he was left with a long bone, most likely coming from the thigh of an animal, it was very hard and Rowan swung it around to feel its weight.

Holding his wine in his left hand, he simply stepped off the mountain and dropped like a rock. His hair flared up behind him as he shot pass the patchy cloud.

He subtly guides his fall away from the mountain, and soon he could see signs of civilization to the North, and he guided himself towards the west where he could see signs of conflicts.

He would gather information and Soul points as he made his way North, he soon began to see the battle that was clearly happening below him.

A giant golden wolf had gathered tens of thousands of the native species of wolflike creatures on this planet. The beast had created a massive army that ranged from wolf’s the size of small dogs to the size of elephants.

They were tearing through a town whose resistance that was formed by its militia had been broken to pieces, and the beasts were beginning to tear this place apart, flames and screams rose up in equal measure as a familiar dance of violence took place below him.

I will take back what is mine!

He began adding momentum to his fall, pushing himself ever faster. Rowan started directing his fall towards the wolf, his speed was now so fast, his passage left a shrill whistle in the air, and he called up his Flesh Light and red flame surrounded him, before that too was covered by a green flame when he summoned Bone Fire.

By now, he was beginning to notice that his presence had been detected, but he did not care, he would be surprised if he was not seen, for he resembled a falling green sun.

He broke the sound barrier a moment before he reached the golden wolf, who fearlessly leaped at him.

Rowan smiled, just as they clashed.