The Primordial Record

The voice of Lamia was like a siren call through the silence, drawing Rowan's focus to her words, "The chains that bind you are connected deeply with your soul, for it is the only way you can truly be controlled. As do I" Lamia bared her teeth in anger, and she brought her hands up as she attempted to touch the spikes in her hair, but she ended up flailing around like a discombobulated bird.

Rowan watched in mute fascination as she seemed to strain and argue mentally with herself the closer she got to the spikes in her hair, it was like a mental barrier preventing her from performing a minor task of ripping away the series of spikes in her hair.

Watching her strain to reach what was within her grasp, he wondered to himself, if that was what he was doing previously, yet he did not think it was that hard for him, the barrier was just in his mind, Lamia seemed to be physically repelled from touching the spikes.

Checking the status of his fourth heart, the Ouroboros Serpent was not yet out, but judging by its increased activity, it should be born in the next hour or less.

The rest of three Ouroboros Serpents were still breathing the red fluid onto the fourth heart, which seemed to serve as a source of nourishment for it. Which meant at the present time, he was devoid of his most capable allies.

"There would be something of yours, inside the facility below. It would hold your heart—Something you hold dear to your soul, but you must rip it out, or our torments would never cease."

Rowan nodded, and gestured around him, "we are in an Alchemy facility known as a Nexus, and one feature of this facility is the presence of a Guardian. I suspect that the Sigils would be near it. I would need your help to destroy it."

"My help you shall receive, for we are locked on the same boat, we shall sink or swim across this sea of death together, yet I am locked inside this lake. My champion cannot be far from my side."

Rowan swept his sight through the lake and the facility below, "I would lure the Guardian close to your lake, be ready for it. I suspect we are quickly running out of time."

He was about to jump into the pit, when he stopped, "Lamia, what is this red flame."

He had noticed her sneaking glances at the flame he held, after noticing she did not call attention to the flame, he decided to ask her about it.

"That is a Flesh Light." She answered, with a trace of astonishment in her voice, "It is unique to my race, it is among one of the most powerful flames in the world."

"Can I wield it?"

"I am surprised that the kindling have not gone out by now. I do not know for how long that flame can burn in your hands, but without our bloodline, the flames would soon go out. Yet, it could be utilized in the coming battle, although it would need to be fed" Lamia spoke to the white haired man without looking at him, "Give him one of your arms."

There was no expression on his face, as he nodded and jumped to the shore of the lake, Rowan noticed the three pairs of eyes on the face of the man, and unlike every other thing he had sensed, this Champion of the Abomination Core Lamia, had no presence.

He was like an empty void in his senses and he could only perceive him visually, Rowan guessed he should be more like an assassin, as his ability to avoid detection even with Rowan Spatial Sight was impressive, seeing this new ability type increased his vigilance as he began brainstorming ways to counter the invisibility of this Champion.

Although they might be working together, they were still enemies, and for no single moment did he forget that fact. He should be vigilant, while keeping his cards close to his chest, who knows what sort of hidden monster she had spawned that was hidden from him.

Rowan watched as the Champion grasped his left arm just above the shoulders and applied pressure.

His fingers dug into his flesh and he pulled, detaching the left hand from his body, the left hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as it opened and closed it fist.

The Champion looked at the detached limb with a sort of weird fascination, before he simply threw the limb at Rowan.

With their ease of interaction, it would be easy to forget that they were separated by quite a distance, precisely twelve acres, nearly ten football fields wide.

The throw appeared effortless, yet the limb crossed the stretch at a sharp velocity, alerting Rowan that although it might be an Assassin, it was still strong.

Rowan sensed the Flesh Light in his hand beginning to throb, he raised his hand and caught the thrown limb, the red flames flared up, and in less than three seconds the arm had melted like wax, and the red flames absorbed the arm.

The Flesh Light grew bigger, covering his entire palm until it reached his elbows, it began to draw more intensively on his Vitality, but he could easily handle the strain.

"That flame should last for at least five more hours. Since there is no way for it to take root inside your body. But that should be enough time to either succeed or fail."

Rowan nodded, and without wasting a moment, jumped into the pit, as he was falling, he unconsciously pushed Essence into Envy, there was a slight pause, before she accepted the flood of vitality.

Envy began to hum as the vibration coming from the weapon increased tenfold. Leading with the weapon, Rowan slammed into the ground.

The impact created by Envy was not exaggerated, the Axe head was buried a few feet in the ground, and the performance seemed very unimpressive. That was until a circular pit, around twenty feet across, appeared in front of Rowan.

The ground in front of Rowan disintegrated as the vibration from Envy seemed to atomize every soil and rock in its path, until the vibrational pulse reached the metallic structure far below, where it shaved off a sizable portion of it.

Rowan smiled at the lethality of the weapon, the vibrational effect it had was stupendous, and Rowan did not mind digging deeper into its usage, meanwhile he smiled at a new notification inside the Primordial Record about a new active skill he just received.

Flesh Light (Level 0)

It was at this moment that he also noticed another skill he had previously gained, but in the heat of battle he had not checked what it was.

Bone Fire (Level 0)

Rowan triggered it and a tiny green flame appeared on his index finger, he dispersed it, and leaped down until he landed on the facility with a metallic clang.

His landing did not dent the metal a single bit, despite he had fallen for well over three hundred feet. Yet, the vibrational wave emitted by Envy had shaved off more than five inches of the metal.

His senses flared around him, and he could now properly see what he stood upon. It was Davross, a metal that was well-known for its hardness, non malleability, and its very annoying properties of negating magic.

Rowan saw the reason Envy could not cut through. Not only was it hard and resistant to magic and physical forces, they had used quite an inordinate amount of it.

His Spatial Sight could only penetrate slowly through this metal, as if it were an ant wading through wet concrete. Judging by the density of the metal, it would take an extremely long time to penetrate it with his sight.

The metal must be at least three feet across, this was literally insane. Davross was ridiculously expensive, and it was a very rare metal, for it to be used only as a sort of wall over the Control Hub was mind-numbing.