The Primordial Record - Chapter 1455

Chapter 1455 Weird News

Rowan observed the leader of this group of seven, who had the appearance of a grizzled veteran who had survived many battles, he was the most heavily armored among all of them, making Rowan peg his strength to be half his own, which was impressive when he detected that there was not a lot of Aether flowing through his body, due to age and other complications, he was slowly growing weaker.

In a part of his mind, he could not help but be fascinated by the aging process of mortals, as he could observe their cells dying and being replaced, only each time the replacement was a little bit off, a little bit weaker, and slowly the glory days of a mortal came to an end. For immortals the process was nearly opposite, for with great age came strength.

Rowan sighed, pulling his mind away from these unnecessary thoughts, "You all, hunt the Dark One? Admirable, but most would agree that this is a road to ruin."

The leader of the seven smiled in sadness, "And yet that is the road that we must walk until the end because there is nothing left for us here but death and madness, and if the final acts of our lives would be to plunge our dagger into the heart of that mad man, then it would be worth it. The question, however, is simple: who are you, and how is it possible that after the Dark One left his blade inside your head, you are still alive? Perhaps you hunt him like us or are you his discarded shade?"

"So many questions, most are irrelevant to the matter on hand," Rowan replied as he arched his brows, surprised that the knowledge of Shades were known to mortals, "Know that indeed I hunt the mad creature ahead, but for the rest of your questions, I cannot answer them, because I also don't know the truth of my origin in this place, consider me an extra blade to this venture."

"Venture you say," The Mage suddenly cackled, "We go to die fool, and you call it a venture. Oh well, what one more body to the pile, just because you are strong does not make any difference here. I hate the look in your eyes, there is nothing there but curiosity, if you really are an outsider in this realm then do not mock our suffering" Rowan cocked his head to the side as he observed this mage, he appeared to be young, but his hair was white, he was most likely preserving himself past his natural life span using Aether, and there was a haunting look in his eyes that showed that this man was at the edge of breaking, faint sparks shot out of his red eyes uncontrollably, and Rowan was sure that only the presence of his companions was making him hold on to the smallest tethers of humanity left in him, in situations like these, suicide was a relief, and so Rowan spoke slowly to him, his voice reaching the others, and the calmness in his tone was enough to force them all to listen, truly listen to him, "I intend to hunt the Dark One, and yes, I intend to kill him, is there a chance that. I might fail, yes, I will likely die without accomplishing what could barely be classified to be a nuisance for the Dark One, but is there a chance, no matter how small that I would succeed," Rowan paused, allowing his words to settle in the mind of these warriors and for the tension to build,

"Yes, there is one. It is slim, and the opportunity is fleeting, but there is a path ahead that leads to the head of the Dark One on the fucking ground. You are right, I'm an outsider, but I know the difference between right and wrong, and killing that thing is much of a trial for me as it is for you all, my levity comes from the fact that I have accepted my death, and so all I am focused on is to be able to kill as effectively as I can, anything short of that mental state would lead to failure."

They were all frozen in place, and it was the female archer who stepped forward, "Are you telling the truth, or is this one more elaborate lie from that mad god to play with our hearts before he ends us."

Rowan looked her in the eyes, "This is no joke, we can kill him, and the more time we stand here talking, the less that chance becomes."

"Is it because he is undergoing metamorphosis?" The leader of the seven spoke nearly in a whisper and Rowan looked at him in surprise, he sniffed in irritation at the look he got from Rowan, "Just because we are mortals does not mean we are stupid, after a month of endless screams, we should be able to decipher some truths,"

Rowan smirked, "No, I was only surprised that it took you so long to figure out this simple fact,"

He heard the Mage whisper under his breath, "Bastard, how can he still make jokes" and Rowan smiled inside, if this Mage was mad at him, then it meant that he was not focused on the Dark One, and that was good cause Rowan would need them, without having access to Aether, they would have to be dragged under his banner of battle.

They were busy contemplating his words but Rowan could not give them the time for them to become used to his presence because time was a resource they were running out of, "So, what would it be, are you all with me, or do I fight this battle alone?" In a short while, he had taken over the inner dynamics of this group, his presence influencing them more easily than words could account for, the leader looked around his fellows, except for the Mage who muttered, "We don't even know his name," they all agreed with his words, and the leader stepped forward with his gauntleted hands in a handshake,

"Then we march as eight."

Thunder rumbled as the skies darkened, under the cries of a mad Earth god as Rowan shook the hands of the leader,

"We do."

"My name is Firen,

Rowan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Arcturus. Let us go kill a god."

The current state of reality where the Frozen Road was gone and chaos reigned across existence, when countless universes and dimensions were being destroyed at every moment and the lamentations of the fallen reached the highest heavens, the inhabitants of the Land of Miracle did not seem to care.

As a Primordial Domain, just a couple of branches of their Tree of Life were bigger than all of existence, and they had the right to look down on every other immortal in reality because inside their Domain, they were untouchable, even if the highest heavens were to fall, the heavy branches of their Primogenitor would keep them safe. In the Eldar Branch, most immortals here looked upon all of reality and saw the wars as a massive source of entertainment, several Houses under various Pathways that had not left the Land of Miracles since the dawn of the Primordial Era began to come into reality, knowing that the road of plunder had been open, and countless universes and dimensions were up for grabs.

Most likely in the near future, the Old Ones from every Primordial Domain would institute their authority over reality to end the barbarism that was sweeping through all existence, but for now, they all seemed to be turning a blind eye to it, profits were being made and lips were kept shut, further fueling the Scions of the Primordial Domains to leave their glorious lands to conquer reality when it was ripe for the picking, who knows when a chance like this would ever come up.

However, amongst the top echelons of the Land of Miracles, a piece of weird news was circulating, drawing the attention of the powerful, who heard that a famed Scion had returned, who was responsible for the destruction of the Frozen Road, and instead of being celebrated, he was being tortured, with his death seeming to be the only outcome in store for him.

This news gripped the top levels of the Land of Miracles, and at first, this was taken to be lies, but when summoning from Seed to all of the Eldarah, informing them he wanted to access the Memory of Primordial Life for the Ascension of his grandson, that rumor began to take on a shade of truth, for the notoriety of Seed was known, a powerful Old One with only a single descendant that also became an Old One, they all knew the weight of blood that was linked to him, and they understood that the fate of his descendants was always grim, no matter how powerful or talented they were doomed to death.