The Primordial Record

The mountain he found himself was incredibly lofty, but he had no problem breathing the thin air up here, although the air felt different somehow, as if it were missing a vital component, he chose to investigate those findings later.

He had two basic objectives, gathering Soul points and materials with dense energy. With Soul points, he would quickly evolve to the peak of Legendary and with energy, he could finally activate his Legendary Ability, and he could begin changing the chessboard. Moreover, with his enhanced physique, he may finally rid himself of this curse.

Above that basic need was to first find a valid source of information, in this brand-new world, details of him must be sparse or nonexistent, so he could move about with some freedom.

He left both Augustus and Lamia alive, also his father and the Order of the Broken Eye, who was controlled by a goddess no doubt would be hunting him at this very moment.

He was only at ease a bit when he saw that with distance, the Sigils had faded to nothingness, although they still bound the Primordial Record, they no longer emanated past the covers of the Black Book.

Rowan was ecstatic at this development, he may have a limited time of freedom before he was attacked once more.

Looking down at himself, the only piece of covering he had been the spatial bracelet he kept on his wrist. This thing was quite durable, and he had an idea of how to break it open to reveal its contents. He needed to be able to keep his valuables secure, but first he should reconnaissance, and understand his surroundings.

Inside the Mental Space in his head, he scrutinized all the Ability Runes inside of it, and focused on his Spatial Sight.

The goddess's descent had left him with a curse, and well, as a boon of a sort, for he knew that without the massive blank face inside his mental space that had stretched it open, thus giving him access to manipulate his Spirit, hence Aether, he would never have escaped the Nexus.

Even if he was still at the peak of his power, with Lamia's ability to control Aether, she would have forced him to make a deal in order to use the portal and Rowan would either have to accept or battle with her, and none of those options were especially pleasing to him.

The next great leap in the evolution of bloodlines, inside the First Great Circle, was when a Dominator created their Mental Space as they crossed into the Rift state.

The ability to visualize and manipulate your Ability Runes were just a single part of it, the Mental Space could collect and Store Aether, in accordance to the Spirit capacity of the Dominator.

So, a Dominator with a hundred points in Spirit would have far more stores of Aether than one with fifty points in spirit, although having more or less stores of Aether did not matter on how well you manipulated it, but that was an issue faced by Incarnation State Dominators who actively wielded Aether without the use of Ability Runes.

His Spatial Sight was an ability that was entirely dependent on his Spirit, and in conjunction with the field of energy his enormous vitality gave off, he could manipulate his surroundings in a limited manner, with the addition of Aether into the mix, that ability skyrocketed.

Although his Vitality was weak as it was holding back the Curse of The Flesh of Madness, it was still far more powerful than most and Rowan suspected that the reason he did not die from his crash was because he had wrapped himself inside a field of telekinesis, yet he was grateful that he teleported in the atmosphere but not in the center of the planet.

He had noticed this force field ability earlier, and disregarded it at that time as he was only able to pick up small objects, but with Aether boosting it, it became far more powerful and versatile.

With a single thought, he began to hover a few inches above the ground, for the moment he could not lift much more, but no doubt, with training and persistence, he would soon be able to fly.

He was also able to wield his Spatial Sight more effectively using Aether, and although he was just brute forcing the process, it still worked effectively.

Inside his Mental Space were all of his Ability Runes, and at the bottom of his mental space was a golden fog that attracted a white grainy material that resembled snow around it, he knew this white substance was Aether. They swirled around his Spirit like a tornado, but the rotation was slow.

His Spatial Sight Rune trembled as he touched it with his Spirit, this movement began to attract the Aether gathered around the golden fog that embodied his Spirit; they rushed into the Ability Rune like fireflies attracted to a blaze.

He had noticed this phenomenon back inside the Nexus when he first activated his Bone Fire as he was about to escape, he noticed Aether pouring into that Rune, and he was shocked because the first time he looked through his Mental Space, he had not seen any signs of Aether, but as he watched as more Aether began to grow inside his Mental Space, he knew the process took time to be activated, and then it became a permanent operation.

Yet, this gift came with its drawbacks, roughly eighty percent of all the Aether he generated was being lost inside the massive blank face, leaving him with a measly twenty percent to work with.

The reason he spoke to Lamia for so long, and even made the act of desperately fighting a losing battle with her, was for him to gather enough Aether to power up the Teleportation Dais.

That familiar feeling came over him as he activated his Spatial Sight Rune, and his vision expanded. He slowly brought his sight down the mountain, and after going for roughly two thousand meters down, he stopped because he had exhausted his Store of Aether, and without it, his Sight Zipped back to fifty meters around him.

The difference between using Abilities powered by Aether and without was like night and day. This should be the reason Augustus and the Champion left him in the dust during their fights, and without the full scope of his powers, the Champion of Lamia had mercilessly thrashed him.

Withdrawing his mind from that line of thought, he scrutinized all he had seen as his Sight had flashed down the mountain. The mountain was bare of any life and as he could see clouds below him from this particular elevation, then that meant he must be very high up.

He hardly remembered any particular details of his surroundings when he was falling, but he knew he was surrounded by monsters borne from his blood.

He was going to descend the mountain, but first he should wait for the five minutes it would take for his Aether to sufficiently recover, and he would attempt to create clothes using his flames.

Rowan saw that the Three Faced Abomination created a very convincing robe from it, and he had always wondered if he could do the same, he was extremely tired of going naked after every battle he fought, also he could attempt to break through the spatial bracelet around his wrist.

Seeing a ledge a hundred feet below him, Rowan judged the distance and jumped down, landing on one knee, he disturbed the surrounding snow, making them fly out in a plume. Rowan sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

With his Spatial Sight, he did not greatly need his eyes and as he waited for his Aether to refill, he called up the Primordial Record, it was time to check the details of the new pages he had.

But, his attention was drawn to a little detail he missed when he was going through the Primordial Record inside the Nexus.