The Primordial Record

A golden chariot pulled by four horses assembled from nine colored flames raced along the skies of Trion, heading for the central capital city of the Empire, Aroth. Their speed were many times faster than sound, leaving a flaming trail behind them that extends for miles.

The coachman driving the golden chariot was an old man with white hair and a beard that was peppered with spots of red, his presence would shake any world he steps his feet into, for he is a Dominator of the Third Great Circle, yet he was driving a chariot.

Inside the chariot were two people, a young man who had a startling resemblance to Rowan, but his face was thinner and more effeminate, and a kneeling woman, who was dressed in the uniform of a Royal maid.

The insides of the Chariot was far bigger than the outside, and resembled a tastefully furnished room with plush chairs and gleaming chandeliers with Art pieces on the walls. The materials inside were either in white, red or gold, and it all blended together to create a luxurious atmosphere.

Yet, the two people inside the Chariot placed every luxury here to shame.

The young man had long red hair. His eyes were like multi faceted gemstones that were shining with nine different colors, his fingernails were like gleaming hot coal and shone a wicked red, and when he breathed two streams of black and white smoke escaped from his nose.

He clothes were all in white, with little gold trimmings, which highlighted his dashing figure and heroic disposition. He casually rested on his seat and his presence alone commanded worship.

Fury Akranothotez Kuranes, is the publicly acknowledged most powerful Dominator under the Third Circle. Such a title could only be really understood when the scale of the Empire was put into the picture and the multiple Dominators across the entirety.

To be titled the most powerful, meant this man was a monster beyond compare.

He was thirty-five years today, and already a Proclamation State Dominator, a single step from the Third Great Circle.

At the moment of his birth, the entire planet plunged into darkness, and nine colored flames circled the planet for days. He was the first Dominator to be born in the Second Great in Recent memory, and from the moment of his birth, he had found no match in the second Great Circle.

He was unmatched in both Martial and Bloodline Abilities, and he was an expert in Exoteric Studies like Alchemy, and Rune scribing. Even though he could not kill Third Circle Dominators, he could destroy their bodies.

Fury Akranothotez Kuranes was invincible.

His name was recognized all over the Empire and beyond, as the man most beloved by the gods.

On his hands was a scroll, which was unrolled, and in it was every information to be found about Rowan Kuranes.

His piercing eyes looked through the scroll one more time, before it’s flashed red, and the scroll vanished, evaporated into atoms. The Spine of the scroll was made from Davros, a metal resistant to energy and magic, but it meant no difference.

"So, do I have a brother like this? Why was this information held back from me for so long?" He spoke in Medan, with a long drawl using a weird accent because when he was seven, he was sent to live among the Phoenixes, which dwelled in a Major World far from Trion.

His accent was of those mystical creatures, and Medan was the only language Fury spoke.

The maid was not a Dominator, but her powers were equal to those at the Second Great Circle, and she could be ranked at the Spirit Territory realm. She was an Arachnid, a warring race who also had their own Major World.

She kept her head down, not only because of the respect she had to afford to Fury, but also because without a sufficiently powerful Spirit, looking into his eyes would literally burn your soul to ash.

Her hair were white and cut short, and her hands had six fingers all ending in wicked sharp black claws, her voice, however, was divine.

"Lord Fury, the time of your Ascension is near, the Ancestor feared you might be distracted from your task. The Kuranes family would lose their hold over the Bramian Court in ten years time, and your stakes in the Aura fields would be cut by half.

"We are already behind schedule with your last tussle with the mages on Sephiron–5, and we need to collect your envoys from Crystal Lake."

Fury arched his brows, and tapped the side of the chair, every tap from his finger caused the color of the chair to began changing until it collapsed into ash, he effortlessly conjured a chair made from flames without any gap in composure, "Then why are you showing this to me now, Nathis?"

Her breathing quickened, "Where we are going, it would be useless to hide the information, Lord Fury."

Fury suddenly burst into laughter, and as he did the carriage shook and the weather began to change, Fire Spirits in their thousands were born as a manifestation of his will, and they all had the same voice as him, and they all joined him in laughter.

The sounds of laughter from the Fire Spirit radiated around and if this were a Minor World his laughter would have been heard in every single corner of the planet. It was impossible to know if he laughed from amusement or annoyance.

Fury was not only beloved by the gods. He was also beloved by the world, his every action were supported by the will of the world, and fighting him was similar to fighting an entire planet.

"Nathis, tell me about the history of this brother of mine."

"Lord Fury, it was difficult gathering the smallest bits of information about him. Apart from the Ancestor, all information about Rowan Kuranes has been scrubbed. But what I did find was… disturbing."

Fury sat forward in interest, "Tell me."

"The first mention of his Bloodline Root was twenty thousand years ago, where an unknown man brought a Kuranes child to our doorstep. He refused any compensation for returning a child of Kuranes and vanished not long after. That child was without any backer, but his bloodline potency was adequate, and over his lifetime, he climbed to the Rift State before he died. He had only one son. His name was Bardolf Kuranes and his son was Nel Kuranes, and a matter of note, Bardolf refused to marry into the Kuranes family and chose a mate by random, according to what I gathered, he went out to the city and closed his eyes while randomly selecting a female."

"Nel Kuranes continued the tradition of his father, he refused to select a Kuranes family wife, and he died in the upper layers of the Rift State, and he had only one son."

"The son died at the beginner Incarnation State and had only one son, and that has been the tradition of this enigmatic family line, until the peak of their success, the Third Prince, Grigori Kuranes, now feared dead according to the Soul flame he left behind, he died at the beginning of the Proclamation Realm and of course he had only one child—Rowan Kuranes."

"There was a bit of commotion involving this bloodline and their unique potential, it was fairly strange for the bloodline potency to increase every generation, but whatever attention they received died down five thousand years ago when it became obvious that none of the upcoming generations could surpass the Second Great Circle; thus they were all relegated to mid–managerial levels in the family."

"Rowan Kuranes was the outlier in this family history because unlike his forebears, he was born weak and sickly. Perhaps this should have drawn more attention from the family, but his unique bloodline was of no interest to the Elders."