The Primordial Record

This was a feeling that Rowan never wanted to experience again.

Thirty million years was taken from him and yet this ability…it did not stop collecting more.

If he was a god or an Archmage, this number of lifespan would have been more than enough, perhaps sufficient to resurrect a thousand gods from the cold hands of death, but Rowan was not a god.

A hundred million years of life was taken, and the end of nowhere was in sight. There was an unfathomable beast inside of him and its appetite was both cruel and unquenchable, and he wondered when would it ever be enough even as he lost five hundred million years of lifespan.

It should be noted that nothing about Rowan was normal, even his lifespan was fueled by his near-infinite vitality making every single second of it countless times more precious than what it normally would be.

A second of his lifespan was worth nearly a billion years for a mortal. This means his vitality was so powerful, that what fueled his body for a second could keep a mortal alive for a billion years.

Of this previous lifespan, five hundred million years worth of it had been taken in the blink of an eye. "I have not lived for a fraction of this lifespan that I have lost, but in death, I have to pay for so much? To think I have not truly begun upgrading my body to the peak, if this is how much lifespan was lost when I am still in a sense of the word, mortal, how much would I have to pay when I reach the peak of Immortality?"

Rowan's speculations would continue to bite in the back for the drain on his lifespan did not cease, and faintly seemed to be accelerating.

'Would it not be funny,' he thought, 'If, in the pursuit of his resurrection, the lifespan he would end up losing would kill him when he ran out of this precious fuel'

What happened next, was not considered funny for him.

A billion years… two billion years… five billion, and finally a change was beginning to be felt.

The drain eased and something that was similar to time reversal but was not, its operation was frighteningly complex but Rowan was not able to learn much given the state of his diminished consciousness, but it helped that he was in a higher dimension, and so he was able to understand that this portion of his ability surprisingly accessed higher dimensional forces.

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The crater where Rowan had once been was filled with nothing but the twin stream of energy that appeared to be fading away with the death of their intended host, yet overhead something appeared, a tear in space-time.

It looked like an eye that was entirely black, like a gateway into an abyss, stretching for several meters.

The black eye grew larger as the fuel for his resurrection was poured into it, and when a threshold was reached, a golden-slitted iris like those of the Ouroboros Serpents arose in the center of the black oval eye.

A cold and utterly ruthless Aura emerged from the eye as it peered into the reality of this strange dimension. The eye released an unearthly shriek that exploded from it like a shockwave that spread out from the crater and reached an unfathomable distance.

Rowan was unaware of this change but this shriek crossed the entire Doom Star and the entire dimension grounded to a halt as everyone froze as they heard this cry that seemed to emerge from the depths of time, beyond even the Primordial Era.

There was such rage and madness inside this uncanny cry that froze the souls of countless beings across an expanse that could contain a thousand universes.

Rowan had just announced himself unknowingly to the entire Doom Star. If he knew, he would not care, for Rowan was feeling something else as the resurrection buried his conscious thought under nothing but rage that would pale the faces of all living beings. His massive stony shell that had nearly been digested by the creature suddenly gained a life of its own, and they began to converge in a central location around the hovering eye, drawn out of the flesh consuming it with so much force that it tore large bleeding wounds in it.

The massive stone egg reconfigured itself around the eye, and in a short moment it was flawless, yet something was different about the egg, on its previously blank shell were now lifelike renditions of the six Primordial Ouroboros Serpents and they circled a green and black star, their gigantic maws opened as if they were about to devour it.

This frightening image was covered by the twin streams of red and blue that covered the resurrected egg. The twin streams of energy circled the stone egg and they were vibrating in excitement.

From the egg came a low rumble, like the growl from a great beast. Rowan's consciousness which had been severely reduced by Doom Star was not nearly strong enough to handle his resurrection, and for a moment his conscious actions were shut down, and what was left was the beast.

The beast was in control. Madness had been awakened.

The beast was aware of two things alone, it was in danger and the tools to change this annoying state were surrounding it, and the beast brushed through the information hovering over his consciousness, there were two choices before it, pick the red stream of energy or the blue, but to the beast, both of them were nothing but weapons it could add to its fangs.

It should be impossible, perhaps if Rowan was awake, he would look at the advantages and drawbacks of each stream of energy and pick one, but the beast understood nothing but power and it selected both of the energy.

They rebelled. The energy clashed, about to dissipate, for interestingly enough, these twin streams of power were alive.

This knowledge only brought about rage from the beast. The realization that while Rowan toiled to understand the runes to access these energies, they had the capability to force a connection made the rage it felt to exceed the unreasonable limit that was already burning through its consciousness.

The eyes of the images of the six Primordial Ouroboros Serpents shone and the shell of the egg bulged outward as six holes opened in the shell and the Ouroboros Serpents drew in the energy forcefully, disregarding the choices to select any option.

Rowan could not manipulate his body of stone because of his weak consciousness power, but the Primordial Ouroboros serpents were as much creatures of instincts as intellect.

They did not bother with understanding, only rage and an unreasonable desire to dominate and consume.

The seas of energy around the egg shook in desperation, calamitous rumbling emerging from their struggling mass, but the suction from the serpents could not be denied, even when they attempted to fade away, the serpent's call simply reached into reality and pulled them out. Deep inside Rowan's shell, the twin energy being drawn inside clashed and separated, but as more and more of them were drawn together, they were forced to merge.

A pained cry that resounded for miles erupted from Rowan's shell as the energy mixed and combined under an unreasonable force inside his body. They attempted to explode to nothingness many times, but a Will that could not be denied held them bound, and in the depths of the commotion a new energy was born… and it was purple.