The Primordial Record

The first individual to step on his bridge was a Demon Prince, this one resembled a man but his feet were those of a bird, his skin was blue, and an Aura of intense chill surrounded him.

Wearing heavy demonic armor and carrying a large Tower Shield he carefully stalked forward across the bridge, behind him were hundreds of thousands of soldiers, both demons and gods, decked in the same heavy armor and shield, and they moved concertedly towards Rowan, their synchronized steps rumbling through the bridge.

All the Demon Princes he knew were loud and arrogant, almost cartoonish in their escapades to inflict horror and shock in the hearts of their prey, but like every immortal here, even the Demons had to bow to the might of Rowan spell. Games this war no longer was, and dying would be permanent.

Perhaps for the first time in a lower dimension, a Demon Prince could no longer cut loose. It made them quite a terrifying opponent.

Halfway toward him, an intense Aura of frost radiated off the Demon Prince and encircled the army behind him and their armor thickened with blue ice, the sound of their tread grew deeper as if each of them were walking mountains. The collective might radiating from the army had transformed into something massive, even space seemed to stretch around their advancing forms as their power was announced to all of existence.

This was not the end, from various locations in the army, spells began to fly out, beefing up their defenses until their bodies gleamed like stars. This spell comes from the mages and the gods, arcane secrets that had been left in ancient vaults were unearthed and displayed without any inhibitions.

As expected it did not take long for them to adapt, with the display of Rowan's strength, they knew quantity was useless, what was needed was quality. An elite army that could face and defeat him, a single mortal.

Although a Demon Prince led their rank he was not the only one here, hidden in the army were three other Demon Princes, and if Rowan's calculations were correct, this was all of them in the Demon Horde. Hidden among them were several God Kings, and they did not display themselves in a flashy manner, choosing to walk in formation alongside the army and silently contributing their strength.

An endless number of domains covered the army as the power of countless Divine Kingdoms covered them. Everyone was giving their all, it was stupid to hold back your power or secrets when death eternal faced you.

Every Archmage embedded in the army was among the most powerful Archmages present, and before the battle began they had been casting countless buffs across the army. Steel skin, Goliath Constitution, Arcane Reflection, Damage Null, Armor Increase, Power Up…..

The total size of the approaching army was 333,000. This number was not random and was the basis for one of the most powerful formations in existence, Enders Lament. Forged at the end of a great war that consumed countless universes, this formation was made to slaughter Outer dimensional entities who controlled higher dimensional powers.

The approaching army was wearing some of the best armor available to them, and the spells imbuing their bodies would have made any of them walk through an exploding star with no damage incurred to them, not counting the countless buffs shielding them from harm.

Behind the army were long streams of light connected to every single living individual below, and Rowan could likely guess the purpose of the light, as his eyes easily deciphered the spells that were being slung around.

To confirm his hypothesis, his finger lightly brushed across the strings of Pride and in the approaching army a hundred heads exploded, yet the stride of the dead warriors did not falter and in a single breath, their heads returned.

Rowan did not fear that the absolute nature of his Twilight Bridge had been dispelled, although they tried to hide it from him, he saw the light strings connecting the army to the ones below flicker a hundred times in a fraction of a moment.

What it meant was that although his spell had not been broken, his enemies had found a way around it. They could not dispel the absolute nature of his bridge, but they could transfer the damages. A hundred souls had perished below, but this army remained strong, their formation unbroken.

Rowan began to laugh, they had found a way to compress the might of their entire forces into these elite and this had led to their effectiveness in battle to be multiplied. That tune he played on Pride should have destroyed millions of them but barely a hundred died, their defenses had multiplied exponentially.

He even noticed that his sound attack was already being analyzed, and no doubt an effective counter was being made against it.

"Thank you for making this battle worth it."

Rowan had seen everything he needed, he did not wait for the army to reach him, he attacked.

His body blurred along the bridge, leaving ghost-like figures behind and as he neared the army traveling at intense speeds, his eyes revealed millions of invisible floating lines ahead like spider silks. The Archmages had laid traps before them.

Wards! His new intuition screamed at him, he could do many things to break them but Rowan chose to bulldoze through it. On the surface of his skin, he rapidly created millions of countering scripts that analyzed each line of Wards and took control of it. He did all this with a single consciousness.

His body impacted against the Wards and of the countless terrifying attributes they could release, none of them operated, instead, the Wards wrapped around his body like clouds.

With the first layer of defense not making any impact, the one thousand Archmages released a combined Taboo Spell fueled by the essence of a hundred million immortals. The night turned to day across the entire universe as the brightest fireball in creation that resembled a screaming skull roared across the bridge toward Rowan.

This fireball was nameless, containing nothing but the pure power of endless heat, even a God Emperor would flinch before this flame.

Rowan grinned and gathered all the Wards on his skin into a small ball in his left hand and he thrust it forward to impact against the Fireball. There was a silent hum as the two opposing forces clashed and then a loud thump as they exploded, flinging horrifying flames hotter than anything in the material universe toward both sides of the bridge.

Rowan gave a loud cry and his voice tore the flames racing towards him in two and he proceeded through the middle. The army on the other side raised enormous ramparts of light to shield against the flames that flowed through their ranks, burning through their defenses like a hot knife through butter, and in an instant even with all their defenses, half of them turned to ash, but they returned a moment later as their deaths were exchanged.

This did not stop the Archmages from pulling essence and releasing another Taboo Spell, Light of Destruction. A single target spell that resembled a thin beam of darkness. This beam was traveling faster than the speed of light and approached Rowan so quickly that it was almost like teleportation. A few inches away from his chest, Rowan bent backward, his motion still carrying him forward.

His long air flowed behind him like a cloud and he reached across and seized the beam of destruction in his left hand.

Approaching him were hundreds of similar beams, and he ducked, rotated, swerved, leaning his way through the destruction bolts, and faster than the army had anticipated he reached them and swung his Great Axe, on his left hand were hundreds of beams of destruction.

His Axe tore a slight gap in the formation and he lobbed in the beams of destruction he was holding in his left hand.

Rowan laughed aloud, "Fire in the hole!"