The Primordial Record

Rowan had to go to his personal chambers in other to access the yellow gem enclosed inside his mansion. He gave Maeve strict instructions that he was not to be disturbed in the next hour, by his estimation, that was all he needed to collect enough Soul points from that world.

The area where the gem lied was inside his bathroom, and he easily tore through the walls until he reached the gemstone.

He checked himself one more time, and squeezed the Axe, hearing its comforting buzz, he had some disquietness about bringing this weapon with him, although it had granted him a valuable aspect, there were many suspicious points about this weapon.

He thought about it for a while and still decided to bring the weapon along, it was his greatest weapon presently and if it could save his life at a critical moment, it would be extremely foolish to leave it behind. His eyes took on a look of determination, he was not leaving this world unless he became a

Legend.

Stretching forth his hand towards the glowing gem, another hand emerged from it and grabbed him, his enhanced Agility stat had shown him that this hand was a direct replica of his own.

He appeared inside that strange passage, and he walked towards the red glowing light, his hearts were calm and his trust in his skills was enough, he checked his Primordial Record and saw he had received a total of 174 soul points. He threw them all into Ouroboros, waiting for a couple of seconds for his body to grow adapted to his increased attributes, and then he let himself be drawn into that world.

He saw himself lying on his back when he came to, overhead was the Red Moon. He wondered if this world was always in perpetual night, he spread his Spatial Sight around him and immediately went tense.

This place was different from where he had first arrived. He had arrived in a ruined city the first time, and now he was at a beach.

Around him were massive piles of bones that covered the entire beach, and he found himself under them, and below him was the gleaming teleportation rune. He would have mistaken the bones for massive dead trees if he had not swept his sight around him.

He heard the waves break on the shore and his sight penetrated the fields of bones, and he saw endless desolation. Even the ocean that he saw was red like blood, and…

He rapidly drew back his sight and placed it around him, he would not repeat what he did the last time and alert the inhabitants of this place. His Spatial Sight was only indeterminable by those weaker than him, and he suspected that he was among the weakest here.

His sight entered the Primordial Record, and he sighed in bliss, as he saw he already had fifty soul points already, and it was growing as he watched.

Instead of using his Spatial Sight he intended to use his eyes, he had discovered early on that his energy sight could be switched on or off. If it were active, there would be a gleaming light in his eyes like lightning.

He activated his energy sight, and he was nearly blinded, but in a short while, his eyesight adapted and he saw an astonishing new world.

The first thing his senses brought to him was the smell, it was a stale, sulphury smell with an addition of iron, which he surmised came from the literal ocean of blood.

The next was the sounds, there were none. Except for the sounds of the waves breaking on the shore, yet he knew this was all a facade, for all around him there was life, an overwhelming amount of life in fact.

The surrounding bones held energy like massive slumbering volcanoes. He did not have time to properly use his sight to check his surroundings, but that was a good thing because he was sure that the entirety of the bones on this beach belonged to a single being.

The energy inside the bones ebbed and flowed in a manner that resembled breathing. At this time, Rowan was still on his back, and so he cast his gaze around him, and he was able to observe the repeating patterns of the surrounding bones.

They were like tall pillars that pierced the earth and reached for the skies, the energy inside them was milky white, and by their curves, this series of bones appeared to be rib bones!

He was inside the ribs of a gigantic creature, and whatever this creature was, it was not dead, or perhaps it's body was not dead, even though its soul might already be gone.

Using his body as a reference, while still in the Mortal state, his body vitality was so rich, he knew even if his soul died, his body would not necessarily perish. How much more these beings who were on a height of power that he could not even ascertain.

If gods could ever die, This place should be their graveyard. The sense of power that these bones gave was palpable.

He thought about the massive amount of soul fragments in this world, perhaps these were just the remnants of a powerful being long dead, just the tiny portion of their souls could create so many soul points for him to harvest.

Looking at the soul points gathered, it was already more than four hundred and counting, he shuddered in excitement, and kept his eyes peeled for any approaching enemy, and he figured that he might be very lucky.

Apparently there were many of these teleportations rune in this world, and that meant he might not know where he ended up. He could have easily appeared inside the nest of some powerful creature that was very active, and who might disperse his existence with a sneeze.

In fact, he believed he was exactly in a place like that, but he was lucky that this being may have a high threshold for nuisance or because he was too weak, he wasn't seen as important, but the most likely option that Rowan went with was this being may be asleep.

It was an instinct, which was brought about by the energy flow inside the bones. It was a bit mesmerizing to watch, and the steady cadence of its movement, made him think of a sleeping child.

The beach had been empty when he first swept his sight around him, the presence of such a powerful creature must have deterred all others from disturbing its slumber, if he was going to be a frequent visitor in this world, it would be a good thing if he could direct the spot of his descent.

Well, some things were out of his hands, he proceeded to sit down cross-legged as his soul point had exceeded 800 points, it was so close now.

He began a series of deep breath, with the holes in his shell, he had no more trouble breathing, and he could focus on other things.

The Axe he held was mysteriously quiet, not even letting out a hum, the behavior of this Axe was questionable. He felt it was most likely sentient, but he had no ways of communicating with it.

He wanted to push his spirit into the Axe as he had never attempted to do that before, but he pushed that thought aside, this was not the time for such experiments, it would be a great source of regret if he lost this stable manner he was gathering souls because of a whim.

His soul point broke the thousand point threshold, and Rowan fingers began to itch in anticipation.