The Primordial Record

He pushed the jar to his lips, and his face squeezed a little in dissatisfaction. The wine was no longer cold, but boiling hot due to the intense flames he had been throwing all around him.

The heat must have diluted its alcohol contents for he did not feel the pleasant snap on his tongue, he threw the empty jug aside, of course, he still drank every drop, he would never look down on free stuff.

With all the weapons inside his Spatial bracelet, he had nearly picked another weapon, but an idea occurred to him, and he chose to use the bones to contend with the golden wolf.

It was because he wanted to reduce its wariness against his weapon of choice, as he knew the golden wolf might not necessarily swallow a metallic weapon, for he needed it to swallow, for his plans to work at its maximum effect.

This detail was important because he had placed the Flesh Light Crystal that was created by gathering the Spirit of the General when he was refining the Spatial bracelet.

He had investigated it, and saw that the crystal covering it could be easily shattered by pressure or heat, and it contained a frightening amount of the red flames that had been compressed.

He had placed the Crystal inside the bone and when they clashed he had pushed it into the mouth of the wolf, who had promptly swallowed it, Rowan had followed with a burst of Flesh Light down its throat to also prime the crystal, and the results were… devastating to say the least.

The red flames began to die down with supernatural quickness, as Flesh Light, as the name might suggest, fed on flesh and there was nothing left. Rowan saw three gleaming spots inside the ruins that were left behind and nearly grinned, it would seem that he also had extra bonuses on top of the souls that had begun streaming into him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he did not have to turn to see a sturdy man with patches of white on his beard and carrying what resembled a rifle walking to him and stopped about fifteen feet behind him, with clear hesitation in his face.

Rowan was surprised at the bravery of this man because judging by the fluctuations coming from his body, he should be a Rift State Dominator, and although Rowan was at the Legendary State and his current Attributes placed were around the levels of the Rift State, it was impossible for any Rift state Dominator to possess his level of power or wield the sort of ability that he had.

He looked at the wine jug that Rowan had just discarded, and his gaze traveled to the pure devastation in front of him and he gulped.

The man opened his mouth to speak, and he paused, clearly flustered and when he gathered himself and wanted to finally speak, Rowan interrupted him, "Step back, it’s not yet over." Rowan turned to the man fully and said, "What is your name?" knowing it was one of the best methods to break the ice between strangers.

"Yurlov, my… my lord. I am the Head of the Guards–watch of the town." Rowan would not give his name, for he was just a passerby in this world.

"Good. Yurlov, tell your people to stay back, as far away from the town as possible, I will move the threat towards the mountain, but I might fail, and anyone inside this zone… " Rowan gestured to show a broad sweep of the town, "... Would die! This is important, for the threat is not over."

"Threats? My lord, can anything survive that?" The man pointed his shaking hand at what could only be called a devastated wasteland.

His Bone Fire had torn deep trenches into the earth that were dozens of feet deep, and its explosive properties had widened those wounds to gaping craters, the entire grounds were covered with pieces of flesh and fur, with Flesh Light turning half the ground in its explosive vicinity to glass.

Rowan’s descent on this town was like a thousand bombs exploding at once, he had left nothing behind.

Rowan spoke softly, "You would be surprised Yurlov, now hurry and get them as far away from here as possible, it will be over soon."

"At once, my lord!" He snapped a quick salute and began shouting orders to the men behind him, Rowan saw that most of them were mortals. He saw only dozens of Legendary Dominators except Yurlov, who was in the Rift state, although their bloodlines were not related to the seven great families.

Witnessing a powerful figure that was clearly on their side and giving meaningful directives, the people began gaining a semblance of calm. Order began to emerge from the chaos, and they gathered around three long vehicles that were powered by a source Rowan did not know of and they began driving away.

Rowan shook his head and began walking towards the impact site of the Flesh Light, tabulating all the souls he had collected, he was surprised it was less than 400 points. His mind began to theorize about why this number was far lower than he expected.

The most likely cause, he guessed, was that Abominations must possess a large volume of soul inside each individual body. Because Rowan was sure, Lamia was supercharging each Abomination she made by infusing dozens of life into every single one of her spawns.

He might never know the true number of people killed and fed to Lamia, but he may have killed thousands of Abominations, but who knew how many uncountable tens of thousands were fed to her to create those.

Rowan sighed, he must have slaughtered thousands of these wolves in a brief moment, and he doubted that each of them gave him more than a tenth of a single Soul point.

Yet, he was not dissatisfied with these results, as he was excited to see the full potential of his flames when he did not have to struggle to perform precise controls every time he released them.

It suddenly occurred to Rowan that he might just be overstepping his bounds.

Think about it, to craft clothes from flames seemed insane, but Rowan wanted to achieve that milestone, the first time he had access to his Aether, without any formal training or knowledge.

Yet, his fumbling had paid off, at least he could tear apart these mobs with ease when the situation called for it, and his understanding of Aether had clearly taken a leap forward, giving him a new weapon during this moment of weakness.

Apparently, don’t I have a Divine Mental Space? Is it because of the blank gray face in my Mental Space, or is it because I have two Empyrean bloodlines that have most likely elevated every aspect of my body? Rowan thought it was most likely the combination of both.

He had gathered over 800 Soul points when he combined the 300 plus points he collected over the time he spent cracking the Spatial bracelet and this battle. He was on his way to unlocking his full potential.

With his current command over Aether paired with his indomitable physique, he would far exceed his previous limits.

He was halfway towards the glowing red crystals that were left after the explosion, most likely they were similar to the crystals that stored compressed Flesh Light.

Rowan felt the ground treble in front of him, and he paused before it exploded open, and a blur raced up to him.

Rowan had expected something like this, the Soul points he collected were too low, coupled with the knowledge that any creature spawned from his flesh could never be easily destroyed, turns out he was right on both count.

Rowan manifested a large rectangular Tower Shield that was more than six feet tall, and had long spikes at the edges, and he proceeded to slam the Tower Shield into the ground with one smooth motion.