The Primordial Record

Chapter 1605: Unraveling The Soul

Primordial Memory was silent, and only the booming sound of the Archon’s footsteps could be heard as it approached Rowan and then stopped.

Halting at this position was not a fluke. Primordial Memory had watched Rowan battle, and he knew that within a certain distance, Rowan’s blade would always hit. The child had refined combat to an extreme level, reaching a position where he could slice apart laws.

If this was what he was capable of as a broken mortal who had barely glimpsed the true nature of Fate and thoroughly mastered it, how much more dangerous would he become if he reached the dimension of Destiny?

Rowan whispered; he could not waste any energy, not even to scream.

“If you don’t come to me, I shall come to you.”

Primordial Memory chuckled, “My Gilded Maw, do you think this was all there was to it? What is happening to you is the First Spike: The Fracture, meant to break your flesh, or did you think I forgot your soul, Rowan?”

Rowan sighed, “I did not think you did, but do your worst, if I survive it, then nothing would stop me from killing you and all of your kind.”

Primordial Memory said no more, his voice transformed as he reached across the dimensions and activated the corruption hidden inside Rowan.

“Second Spike, The Unwriting.“

Rowan would not stay still and allow Primordial Memory to continue with his attacks without any sort of retaliation. He charged, his battered form cutting across space and time, and he perceived the Archon beginning to move, also in attack.

In Rowan’s battle perception, the Archon was a figure bristling with extreme destructive potential that had been segmented into various pieces. It was unlike Apollyon, which he held, where everything was focused on a single point.

Rowan did not think it made Archon weaker than Apollyon. They were both Destroyers, but Archon was made to be more nuanced in its operation, having the subtlety of a scalpel and the strength of a hammer if needed.

In Rowan’s senses, the Archon was a singular entity of destruction, but when it charged, he sensed the power it contained beginning to split.

The Archon resembled a man clad in armor. Every part of it was made from celestial alloys and primordial runes, making it virtually indestructible. Rowan could sense how power was split between all the Archon’s limbs and also between its head, chest, and back.

Taking a single step, the Archon covered the distance that separated them, and Rowan could feel an impossible heat radiating from it. Previously, this would do nothing but tickle harmlessly against his skin, but in his present state, Rowan’s skin caught flame.

But what did the pain from Celestial fire mean to him who had bathed in the first fires of creation?

Rowan barely had a moment to recognize where the threat from the Archon would emerge when its Singularity Cannon on its right arm whined to life. A vortex of blackened light swirled in its palm before erupting in a beam that devoured reality itself.

Apollyon in the hands of Rowan roared, and it moved alongside Rowan’s attacking motion, boosting his swing faster than his broken body could move, as a red wave of pure destruction blasted out of the blade in a crescent arc.

The collision split this reality in two, birthing a new abyss where time and space frayed into nothingness. Rowan was able to glimpse a golden mesh that had appeared within the space of Bahamut Dimension.

This should be the cage that had been created to block his Origin Ouroboros from reaching him, and from the brief thrum of power he could feel running through the mesh, it would take too much energy than he had available to him to tear his way through this mesh, and the Archon would not stand aside as he did that.

Putting all of these distracting thoughts aside, he focused on the battle. He was too weak to think about anything but the struggle in front of him.

The heavy injuries across reality zipped shut, and Rowan borrowed the momentum of the shrinking space and blinked across existence, appearing behind the Archon.

Such forceful movements caused his body to tear into pieces, but his willpower, which transcended all common sense, held him together. As long as his will was still strong, Rowan would never fall.

Since the beginning of the battle, he had never shown that he was capable of doing such a thing, and the Archon could not predict his movements because what he did was impossible for any conventional immortal. Rowan was a dimension, and even though he was now broken, it did not mean he was a mere man who obeyed all the laws of reality.

Apollyon, his Destroyer, roared in triumph and shot out of Rowan’s hand, exploding in size before burying its entire length into the spine of the Archon.

The Celestial alloys that made up the Archon screamed like a dying universe as massive sections of its spine began to rust and corrode into nothingness. Apollyon feasted on these metals, and a powerful wave of life force poured into Rowan’s body in unending streams, and his injuries began to heal.

Rowan’s right eye reappeared, and the heavy injuries he had all over his body began to struggle to close around the spikes that had turned him into a pincushion.

The symbol of the Celestial Might fell to its knees as its spine could no longer support the weight of this Destroyer. Rowan’s size exploded, as the excess lifeforce he was devouring from the Archon was channeled into his growth. He became millions of miles tall, the same size as the Celestial Destroyer, his weight enough to suppress the Archon to the ground.

All of these actions happened very quickly, and Primordial Memory had barely finished his statement. He was standing on the shoulder of the Archon and turned around to look at Rowan, whose only eye, blazing red with fury and bloodlust, was fixed on the Primordial.

A weird look came across the face of Primordial Memory, in his eyes was caution and maybe a hint of fear, but on his mouth was a sneer because he knew he had completed the second form of the Gilded Maw—The Unwriting.

Rowan felt it happen, and he shuddered; his consciousness was dragged into his body as he felt his soul cry out in pain.

The countless spikes that had shattered his dimensional flesh had prevented his dimensional soul from leaving his body. Rowan had tried to escape using other means, but these spikes used higher-dimensional principles backed by an incredible amount of power, and his dimensional soul could not leave.

With the pronouncement from Primordial Memory, these spikes underwent a second transformation.

As it turned out, these golden spikes were not merely physical—they were conceptual harpoons that anchored foreign laws and logic into Rowan’s dimension, with a power so potent it could override the dominion of his soul.

If there were only the anchoring laws from a single Primordial, then Rowan might have been able to fight against it, but three Primordial laws that could override the authority of his soul were ingrained in these spikes, and after all these years, their knowledge of his dimensional soul was nearly perfect.

The spikes underwent a second transformation, lengthening into Rowan’s dimensional soul and tearing it to pieces.

All guiding laws in his dimensional soul unraveled.

His dimensional soul was not as massive as his flesh. However, his size was still so great that several laws of creation were abounded on its form, making it possible for life and all sorts of creation to flourish upon his dimensional soul.

With the Unraveling that came from the Gilded Maw, all laws broke down. Gravity inverted into spiralling maelstroms. Time shattered into fractured moments, looping endlessly like a broken record.

The souls of the dead that should be bound in a crystalline form instead took shape and began to walk. Not as zombies, but echoes of beings who had never existed, their faces blurred by golden static.

Rowan froze as golden light brighter than the sun exploded from his body in relentless waves. His body convulsed, and he fell back from the body of the Archon, no longer able to suppress it, to the ground.

His eyes were unfocused, pain beyond meaning shackled every part of him as his soul was destroyed.

The Archon, freed from the relentless devouring power of Apollyon, retaliated. With its upper body twisted around like a serpent and its left hand twisted into Gravitic claws, it lashed out, seizing Rowan by the throat and hurling him into the distance. There, the twisted maelstrom of time and space tore through his flesh. He came out the other end battered and broken.

His body, still carrying great force, was dragged through the earth, tearing reality apart until he slammed against the mesh holding him in this place, and he rebounded away, his body flopping around like a corpse that had been through a blender.

Rowan remained still. His appearance was so broken that it did not seem possible that he should be alive, but he slowly came to his knees and then to his feet.

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