The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 228 The Ballad of Erohim

After deliberation, he decided to choose Reality. In some ways, he had access to all these other powers or concepts but in a limited manner, for example his Ouroboros bloodline control over time, he had enough evidence to suggest that he would soon uncover that aspect of his bloodline as long as he continued getting stronger.

Power? Absolute Body was all about endless power. Life? Killing him would get so difficult in the near future it would be near impossible, life would serve those closer to him, and for now, he had none, or he allowed himself to have none.

The usage of control over reality coincided with his Soul Points ability, as it was able to create anything, but that power for now was very limited in its application, he could do so much more with control over reality, and it was the best method for him to stay alive at this earlier period in time.

Deciding to pick Reality as his first word, his mind escaped from his Mental Space, and he summoned his Throne.

The new throne that was summoned enlarged to fit his new size and Rowan sat on it, deciding to take this bloodline to the Peak of Legendary and if his Absolute body could handle it, he would also take it to the Rift State.

Upgrading the Ouroboros Bloodline at the Rift State to the peak took 30,000 Soul points a far cry from the 1,000 Soul points used to level it at the Mortal State, yet for the Avatar of Eve bloodline, it will take him 40,000 Soul points just to take it to the peak of Legendary, fortunately he was not lacking in that area, so deciding to push for Rift State at the least, and if he could go higher, he would.

Rowan began placing soul points into the bloodline a thousand points at a time, as he wished to observe all the changing phases of this bloodline, perhaps he may gain some certain insights.

The Throne he sat upon began to transform, as the embellishments on it were getting increasingly elaborate and majestic, inside his Mental Space, his Palace was growing larger, as the courtyard before him began to spread out, and to Rowan surprise at the end of the courtyard, a tiny shoot sprang out, that grew until it was the size of a small tree.

After spending forty thousand soul points he reached the peak of the Legendary State, and when he checked the state of his body, he felt a bit strained, as he was supporting both the Chaotic World Engine and the Avatar of Eve bloodline In fact, he noticed he was beginning to shrink to compensate for holding both these powerful technique and bloodline inside his body. He was now fifty-four feet tall, but he was not against this change, as Rowan saw no need for the extra mass. Of course, he could hit harder, but he would also present a bigger target. Rowan preferred fighting with more skills and subtlety rather than whaling on his enemies with all out blows.

He was not getting weaker, his Absolute Body was just expressing itself in the perfect method to handle his powers, instead of outward, his powers were pushing inward to support his Chaos Engine and contain his Avatar of Eve bloodline.

Rowan still felt in control and his body was still brimming with power and vitality. He decided to upgrade the Avatar of Eve bloodline to the Rift State.

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"—I want you to go over the list of the individual decor that was assigned to each trailer–motor and see how we can shift the directions we have been pushing for, please note that such celebrations will not occur again, as you are aware that it severely strains resources needed…" Circe lapsed into silence as a freezing sensation swept through her body, she was speaking to the manager of her town when she felt a chill pass through her body.

"Someone walked on my grave." She laughed self-deprecatingly and noticed the manager was also silent and frozen in place, not even breathing. She snapped her fingers twice in front of his face before he could breathe again, and his eyes regained their color, and the fear in them was palpable.

"Mad… am, I… I… don't…"

"Quiet!" Circe looked around, and felt a profound horror as every single person was frozen in place, what was happening here. She cupped her hands and cold winds with pieces of ice inside of it gathered, and she opened it, releasing a chill wind that swept through the convoy and pushed everyone out of their lethargic state.

The winds began to change as the skies went red, the clouds clumped together like clay, and the bright day turned to dusk, a bloody smell filled the air, and a loud groan that sounded like it came from a tortured soul rang out.

It was as if the world around them was in pain, and everyone here to some degree could feel her pain. It was as if she were dying, and the growing panic of the people was only forestalled by the Presence of Circe who wrapped herself in a shroud of wind, lightning and ice, and gave everyone the directives to follow.

It did not take long for the convoy to pack up the celebration and begin moving, no one wanted to be around that area any longer and moving seemed a plausible way to move away from danger, no matter how distant it was from them.

An eerie silence had descended on the convoy and only the sounds of the moving vehicles echoed in the air, as they drove through a grave world, inside everybody was a feeling that the world was ending.

It was not really just fear that held the hearts of all here, it was also of loss. She did not know who started singing, maybe it was Rowan's maid Diane, as her voice was sonorous, and in the silence of the convoy, it carried… It was called the Ballad for Erohim.

It was haunting.