The Primordial Record

408 Opening The Primordial Record

Rowan's body began to shrink, unlike when he upgraded his Ouroboros bloodline that brought with it countless phenomena; the only outside effect that could be noticed as his Avatar of Eve bloodline entered the Second Great Circle was a visible reduction in his overall size.

Apart from his Angels of Char who were still embedded in the massive Soul Crystal of Erohim, his entire palace of Ice including his Chambers and Throne were crushed to a speck that glinted with a purple and black color.

That speck pierced through the Angels of Char and ascended far into the void of his Mental Space and a dreadful gravitational force erupted from it almost like it had turned into a Black Hole.

Rowan's massive frame shook and a visible flash of pain crossed his face. Eva could barely hold on, and she silently fell asleep inside his palm. He could see all the power inside her being drawn away and in short order, she became as weak as a mortal.

Rowan rapidly wrapped her in a shell of Telekinesis, her body would not last a single second by his side in her current state. In the periods when he did not take note of her, Eva had begun to separate from his bloodline.

Even without any drop of his power inside her body, she did not fade, she only became mortal. This observation was poignant because it meant she was her person and no longer his.

He did not feel a single bit of loss or possessiveness, he only felt happy, and even through the pain he was feeling, he was smiling.

He made a small groan and his body began to shrink. Inside his Mental Space, countless streams of gold began to pour into the tiny purple and black speck as the avatar of Eve's bloodline drank the Essence from his Ouroboros Bloodline.

This act was not just to steady its presence in the material world, it seemed as if it required a foundation, and his Ouroboros Bloodline which seemed to possess a state of super-reality was the perfect foundation for its territory in the Material Universe.

Rowan knew that the Territory of his Avatar of Eve bloodline should be something that no normal universe should contain, and his Ouroboros Bloodline was the container he could hold it with.

He bore the pain as his Ouroboros Serpent roared in anger and frustration and they entered his body to bolster him with more Essence. There was a growing irritation in the hearts of his Serpents, as they were getting dissatisfied with the running and the pain, they only settled when Rowan whispered the vision of a future to them.

The future that was not too far off.

They would have to suffer at this time because the drain was increasing even if he was the one carrying most of the load, in every second the amount of Essence collected by his second Bloodline was greater than the total amount of Essence he had when he just entered the Rift State.

From nearly a thousand feet tall his body began to shrink until it fell below 500 feet (0.15 km) and the drain did not stop…

300 feet (ca. 91 meters)…

100 feet (ca. 30 meters)…

20 feet (ca. 6 meters)…

10 feet (ca. 3 meters)…

It began to slow, and finally, it stopped at 8 feet 6 inches. The drain did not stop, it was only maintained at a level that his body could hold indefinitely.

If he grew stronger he could allocate more Essence to his Territory, and collect them at his will. Rowan realized that this was a perfect method he could use to control his size in the future. The more worlds he seeded and the more gods and essence he consumed his size would increase, he could store all his essence into his Territory thereby shifting his mass from the material world into his Territory.

In a single breath, he could be as big as a planet or smaller than an ant. With a little experiment, he was sure he would get the hang of this ability.

Rowan fell on a knee, his breathing was harsh, the incredible suction generated by the Avatar of Eve bloodline would have driven a lesser god mad.

It was not just the pain but also the feeling of being stripped down to your core as your vitality was ripped from you.

Rowan looked inside his Mental Space where a quiet tension seemed to be brewing, he sat down and gently laid Eva's head on his lap. This was the first time he was really looking at her, and he traced his fingers down her lips barely touching her skin, it was not his intention to hurt her.

Unlike what he felt when he saw other mortals, Eva was special, she may have no hint of power in her body, but her body was not made up of normal flesh, and even with no power inside her, this body would not age.

She smiled as if she was dreaming. Rowan hoped it was a good dream.

He sighed and closed his eyes, and while waiting for the inevitable turmoil that was to happen, he called up his Primordial Record, and the changes as always never failed to surprise him.

PᖇᎥᗰᗝᖇᗪᎥᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᑕᗝᖇᗪ

Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 14/470,000

Strength: 138,540

Agility: 117,600

Constitution: 141,995

Class: None

Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood, Reality Butcher, Creator.

Berserker (Tier 3)

Skills:

Enrage (Level 1 — Heaven State)

Vortex (Level 2 — Heaven State)