The Primordial Record

The eye vanished leaving the Third Prince squeezing his blade with apprehension. For a brief instant, he had truly felt the breath of something worse than death on his neck. Yet his anger dispersed this fear to the side, he had scanned through Rowan when he saw him, and no matter how powerful a bloodline he had, the foolish child was still mortal.

Without an Immortal Soul, he could not carry the Weight of Will. The child had a nasty habit of causing surprises and breaking his plans, but he was still too weak to kill him, although he was surprised that Rowan had survived his blow for this long, he had struck to kill, and with his blade, it was only a matter of time before the brat was finished, but he had managed to cause quite an inconvenience for him before he passed.

The Universal Will was not supposed to appear at this moment, and whatever method Rowan had used, he had shattered his plans. The Third Prince's eyes squeezed in suspicion, he suspected that Rowan was just a tool of Elura and the Eldar, and she had been the one to shatter his plans once more.

He looked at the bones of Fourth, with the Gate of the Universe shattered, anyone with control of space and time could see his bones. He should have devoured or destroyed it, but he saw no reason to do so before, and now, the rest of his brothers would be aware of his deception.

His eyes went chilly, and he felt the presence of Rowan begin to diminish, but he was not quite dead. 'Good. He would discipline that child thoroughly, but he needed to correct some mistakes first.'

With a roar of fury, he shot after the Universe Will, there were already powerful presences flooding towards it. He needed to take it away before his brothers or some other meddling fool took advantage.

With a swing of his blade, a red wave surged out of it, traveling through space and time towards the powerful presences that were closest to the Universe Will, unlike Rowan, they did not fare well against the wave and were turned to dust, both in body and soul.

In a single move, three God Kings and thirty High Gods with their light shining brighter than the stars were all sliced in two, they could not even cry out in pain before they perished. Reality seemed to shudder and flee at the area of their death, painting the stars for a thousand light years, red.

The voice of the Third Prince thundered throughout the universe shocking all of creation, "Any being who lays a hand on my prize dies. Whether you are a God, Mage, or Demon."

Everything fell silent for an instant as if the universe was shocked by the death of so many powerful individuals in an instant, and then his challenge was answered.

The Tower Masters from the Supreme World of Mages shattered a corner of their Magus Realm and pushed it into the universe, giving them the ground to unleash all their powers. Their light shone to all corners of the universe, and with their arrival, tens of thousands of Magus Tower followed them.

The chance to attain a Universe Will comes once in an Era, and there was no assurance that a Will would be present at the death of a Universe. This was a treasure that every Supreme World would fight for, the Third Prince's challenge fell on deaf ears.

The thousands of portals leading to the Great Abyss began to merge, as powerful demonic existences began to ready the passage for their entry into the universe.

The billions of demons in Trion fell to their knees with shrieks and roars, as the presence of their Kings filled the merging portals.

The appearance of a Universal Will had shown that this universe was no longer protected. The Third Prince had been hiding this knowledge from the rest of the universe by sacrificing the Empyreans, now all his efforts were useless, and great powers began to converge on this dead universe like flies to a corpse.

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Rowan's fury was cold and in the moment before he vanished from his father's presence, he had seen that of the four Reflections, his father had killed the supposedly most powerful of them all. The weapon he held in his hand that had struck Rowan, shattering his hold over time, was one of the most powerful and strangest weapons he had come across.

That blow was wreaking havoc inside his Dimension, reducing a greater part of his power to dust. A quick scan showed that he could not fight against this power, anything he did would only be feeding it, and he would have to let it run its course.

It was a good thing that a majority of his power had been shifted inside his bloodline of Sheol which was in the shape of a coffin, and so, the blow was just wreaking havoc on empty space and scattering his Primordial Sea of Darkness.

This pain he was suffering was a reminder that he could never account for everything, his plans would never be enough, his foresight would still fail him, and the only thing he truly needed… was Power!

His recovery ability would be enough to take care of the damage instantaneously after it ran its course, but before then, he had other methods to bring his body to the Third Dimension. Rowan had never been fond of depending on a single plan.

However, for this plan to work, he must kill.

The universe was dead, its Will could no longer hold him back, and Rowan was free to unleash all the wonders and horrors he contained.

He could feel various powerful presence arising out in the universe, but Rowan had shifted all his concentration inside of him. It was time to take out all the trash, and anyone who stood in his way would be crushed.

He was still ascending to becoming immortal, but his tools were ready, his soldiers waiting, and his children were calling.

To resurrect an Angel from its dead state as an Angel of Char, Rowan needed to give them eyes. These eyes were being created every time his power grew, and they all rested at the bottom of the Primordial Sea of Darkness.

The eyes had to be activated with Soul Energy, each of them requiring a hundred thousand Soul Points to awaken. Rowan dimly remembered when a hundred thousand Soul Points had seemed like a massive investment for him.

His Soul Energy had become more refined as he evolved from a Soul Seizer to a Soul Reaver, and when he evolved again to an Avatar of Eve, owning the Palace of Ice, he could now compress a million Soul Points into a Single Soul Crystal.

With a single Soul Crystal, he could awaken ten eyes, and with those eyes bring back life to his Angels of Char.

Rowan's voice swept throughout his Dimension, rousing every being from slumber, and his bloodline of Sheol began to spit out all his children in anticipation of the coming battle.

His consciousness hovered above the mountain of Soul Crystals and he crushed them.

"Rise!"

The crack when he shattered a million Soul Crystals, echoed throughout the entire universe. This brought a pause in the upcoming conflict, but few took heed, their gaze all gathered towards the group of major powers around the Universe Will.