The Primordial Record

"Ohrox has always been lucky, if his Origin Treasure had found a Pathless Divine Mental Space and his Infernal Spark is being reignited, then this is a cause for celebration." The woman spoke, "It’s not often, if at all we receive such satisfactory news, my dear Ohrox, you must come find me at Terminus, I shall prepare a feast worthy of your eminence."

"Back away, Crow!" The demon sternly said, "You would rather feast on him than prepare him a feast."

"hahaha… I am not a mindless mongrel… I prefer eating knowledge, not flesh, unlike your kin." The woman smiled.

The Demon actually growled, "Little crow, if I remembered correctly your descendants are having a trial inside my gardens, why don’t we put them to the test and see their true taste?"

"Those low breeds have as much connection with me, as an ant to a mountain." the woman tapped the table, the sound coming from her unconscious motions were like thunder strikes, "But I accept your challenge, what shall be the…"

"Enough!" The regal man with the crown hammered the table, "Cease your endless bickering. This is a glorious moment, where a lost member of our Covenant returns, we should all come together in welcoming him and protecting the fragment of his Infernal Spark until he recovers. I shall accept no other words but meaningful statements in this hallowed hall."

"If that is the case." The demon bared his teeth, "Don’t let the damn crow play with the fate of a weakened Prince of the Abyss!"

"Oh, I’m sure she has nothing but goodwill, Kohron, Prince of Strife." The regal man smiled and turned to the woman," don’t you, Fiona Shadowsoul."

"Of course Arlushan." She touched her chest, "His awakening is the closest to a miracle as I’ve ever witnessed, and we shall all protect his emerging Infernal Spark until we have another potent pillar for the Covenant once more."

The genderless voice chimed once more, "Ohrox Prince of Destruction, on his awakening has destroyed a third of the planet Jarkarr, dubbed JR–AG311. A resource rich planet with a Class–B rating."

"The planet is protected heavily from outside interference and has successfully quelled the advancements of the Covenant 593 times in the past seven centuries."

"This result is stellar, and the right to claim the planet has been allocated to the Prince of Destruction. Consensus should be placed on how many Elura fragments are to be allocated to his Eminence."

The hall was silent for a while before boisterous laughter broke the stillness, "I have always looked up to you Ohrox, and you did not shame the names of the Princes of the Abyss. See this, you skinny Crow! This is what you and your dusty books can never accomplish! This is a Prince of the Abyss!"

The Demon’s wings began to blaze, and his laughter echoed far into space, and Rowan’s eyes nearly twitched when he saw that space was tearing apart around the laughing mouth of the Demon.

Rowan had been silent all these while as he observed these powerful beings, he did not take their banter at face value, if he underestimated any of these creatures, he was surely going to die. There was no doubt about that.

He had nearly been killed because he just glimpsed a goddess, he could not even imagine how destructive they could become if they began actively hunting him. Although this Demonic body his Spirit inhabited seemed to protect his Spirit from any foreign influence, he would not bet his life on it.

Especially at this moment when he was implicating someone else, his mind had been running at a thousand miles a second to understand the implications of their words, and he could infer some certain things.

Rowan would be careful, but he must not be too careful, according to them, he had resurrected, and he was expected to be a blank slate because his Soul and Origin Treasure were destroyed.

He had a certain leeway in his speech and movements, and he could certainly ask some questions that he could not before, or this might be a trap for him, as always, the safest option was to be quiet and listen closely, speak only when spoken to, and only say what was necessary.

It would seem that the Flesh of Madness had caused a more disastrous result than he had ever expected, he had already destroyed a third of the planet with what he had considered a minor hindrance that should be solved in a month even if he did not make any move, the passive gathering of Soul Points would be enough to push him to the Peak of Legendary at that time.

"This is indeed great news," The regal man who Rowan now knew was named Arlushan spoke, "Yet, we must send a representative to verify these claims, such a drastic change in a protected resource planet needs to be verified. Of course, the full remuneration would be allocated to the Prince of Destruction."

"Tsk… who are you to question the findings of the Oracle, Arlushan." The Demon Khoron said, "There is no need for any verification from your court or any of your towers as I do not trust their discretion, at this time no one knows the act was committed by the Prince of Destruction, and it should remain that way."

"I propose an immediate payment for his feats with the highest amounts of Elura fragments possible for such a deed and anyone who dares question the valiance of a Prince of the Abyss, shall taste my fury!"

"You have placed credible points before the table, Khoron." The old man with the flowing white beard said, "It is impossible to question the judgment of the Oracle, and although I find it difficult to understand how a weakened Ohrox would destroy a third of Jarkarr so quickly and efficiently."

"I do know the valor of the Prince of Destruction, and I support your proposal for immediate compensation, taking that planet would send ripples all around the battlefields. He would need all the help he can get, for his quick recovery, if I understand it correctly."

Khoron sneered, "You understand nothing about us." He looked towards Rowan and nodded his head, a show of solidarity, Rowan supposed.

Rowan returned the gesture and the demon smiled back at him, and it struck Rowan that except for his scaly red skin and his large bat wings, the demon was extraordinarily handsome, maybe this was a trait all divine being shared.

Rowan also turned and nodded towards the old man, who inclined his head slightly to the left, as the smile remained ever present on his face.

Arlushan sighed, "I suppose it would be a moot point now to argue this point, but I do hope that the Prince of Destruction would temper his fury on this resource world, for it would be an important source of income to himself and the Covenant. The Astrarium Devotees require massive amounts of that particular resource that the planet holds, and they would be a great ally."

Rowan glanced at Arlushan, who was gazing deeply at him, "I will consider your advice."

Arlushan paused for a while, perhaps he was displeased with Rowan’s answer, but Rowan knew acting any more submissive was a recipe for disaster. His arrogance was to be expected.

Arlushan suddenly spoke, "Spectacular! I remembered your towering might 960,000 years ago on the battlefield, and I would not forget that you planted twelve pillars into Trion, a record that was barely matched by me."

"That was because he was killed halfway during the war, or he would have left you far behind." Khoron snickered.

"I suppose there is truth in what you say. Now where are our manners? Even if the memory of the prince returns as his Infernal Spark reignites, we should not fail to properly introduce ourselves."