The Primordial Record

Chapter 897 Nature Of The Serpent

Memories streamed past Eva's mind in a flood, four thousand years might be a blink of an eye to an immortal, but it was enough to make many unforgettable memories.

She remembered losing him for months on end in a far-off world where he became lost, and she found him stuck at the top of a mountain, speaking with birds.

The winter had been hard on that world and the mother of four baby chicks had nearly died protecting her babies from the cold, so Lost placed the birds on his stomach and lay there for weeks, slowly giving the family heat to survive the winter.

That particular bird was fairly aggressive and Lost had suffered from countless pecks and scratches but he was still laughing and conversing with the disgruntled mother.

She remembered teaching him how to channel his powers, but he was too unfocused and lacked discipline to be a competent fighter.

Eva recalled giving him a task to subtly kill off a herd of corrupted leopards over the course of a day, but he instead unleashed his flames and turned them all to ashes at once before trying to run away to another world to play, she had called out in anger,

"Lost, what did you do?"

"Well, I cast fuck everything… in that general direction."

"Language!" and she seized his ears, "Who taught you to speak like that."

"Ow, ow… please, I can't say or I would be betraying my friend."

Although Eva had failed to admit it, in a lifetime of endless war and death, Lost was the only one who could make her smile.

The voice of Lost reached her, broken, "You…. Know what to do when the… time is…"

Eva opened her mouth in a silent cry.

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The flames of Convergence held the Third Prince for two seconds, as it consumed even his momentum and cries of anger before another eruption of red lightning tore it apart and the figure of Lost glowed so brightly it almost equaled the consciousness of Rowan who was tearing reality apart.

A purple light covered Lost and he vanished, before appearing by the side of the Third Prince and he exploded.

The explosion was not spread out but was focused, resembling a large palm, pushing the Third Prince back for hundreds of miles as he fought against it while screaming obscenities. With a cry of rage, the Third Prince plunged his hands into the palm and tore it apart.

The flames of Lost vanished.

With an angered shout, the Third Prince screamed, and the power that erupted from his body was a thousand times more powerful, in a brief moment, he wiped out every one of Rowan's children, including Eva, and Rowan's consciousness pillars began to shatter under his unshakable might.

The end had come for Rowan, and his dominion fell under the tyranny of the Third Prince.

Then a bell tolled in the heavens as Rowan's Spell became complete. It was too late, the Third Prince had failed and he looked up in horror and expectation at what was to be unleashed, and at first, he was puzzled.

Above him, reality had been divided equally, one part was the universe along with this dimension which had been squeezed to occupy one area, and the other side was nothing but an expanse of golden light.

He muttered to himself, "dawn… dusk, what could it mean?"

It did not take long for the truth to be revealed and the eyes of the Third Prince glinted.

He may pretend to feel this certain emotion several times during his life, but he knew that he could not understand it, he had only pretended to feel it, and like all good actors, he could pretend to an extent that he could actually convince himself for a short while that he was feeling it, but that was a lie.

Nothing of what he felt now was a lie, and the Third Prince found out that he hated this emotion. He hated the feeling of fear.

"Rowan… What did you do? What diabolical madness is this?"

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Rowan had not expected Lost to be able to hold back the attack from the Third Prince as well as he did not expect that the Third Prince might have the capability to hold on to multiple Wills at the same time.

He had always thought he would be the only one who should be able to achieve a feat like that using the help of the Primordial Record, but the Third Prince had found a way to succeed.

Anyway, it no longer mattered, Dawn and Dusk was completed.

Rowan flexed his right hand and the golden light began to disperse and it carried with it a heavy wind, he chose to call this wind, the Wind of Time.

This wind blew away the golden light and revealed the result of Rowan's Spell. A new universe, and not just any universe, but this same universe that was already dead.

Rowan had torn reality in two, on his left was the dead universe, and on his right hand was a living universe. This living universe was vibrant and full of life, the same as it was five years ago.

This scene was hard to describe, but Rowan had managed to merge the present and the past and placed them in the same time continuum.

The perfect analogy for this was eating your cake and having it.

Yet this madness was just beginning.

"No no no no… this is not real… this is a fucking mirage." Minerva screamed, "I can sense myself in this other universe! How can there be two of me, existing at the same time continuum?"

Every Immortal on the battlefield immediately sensed their counterpart in this other dimension, and the same thing happened vice versa. Every living immortal present in the past universe could sense their selves across space and time.

Although for most of them could not understand what they were sensing because this split was on a universal scale.

Rowan looked across the two universes and he nodded, he did not forget the reason he made this spell, and it was for a single reason, to collect his True Name.

The process by which he created Dawn and Dusk came from his long contemplations on the mysteries of time, his bloodlines, and his understanding of how the relationship between time and space was linked.

Ascending to a higher Dimension meant a deeper understanding of time and its mysteries, but unlike everyone else in existence, Rowan was not just ascending to a higher dimension, he was the dimension itself and he had far more tools to investigate the nature of time.

This was also not adding the fact that he was linked to the Primordial of Time, meaning that mysteries of time were easily deciphered by him, and his addition to his experience using a time-attributed treasure like the Tower of Greed and his Ouroboros Bloodline and Rowan had all the tools he needed to create miracles unlike no other.

His eyes pierced across the distance and watched the Third Prince and all his enemies. He would also be collecting some overdue debt.

Inside the dead dimension, in the skull of Erohim, the World Seed exploded as the Ouroboros Serpents were reborn with a roar that echoed all through this unknown dimension.

At the same time, in the living universe, a stream of light was heading towards Trion, carrying the Will of Rowan who was at that time a one-dimensional entity.

His descent into Trion had brought disaster as he dragged the Aether from across the universe into the planet, and as he fell, the unique nature of the Ouroboros Serpents that had been reawakened took hold.

"They would not release anything that they had possessed, not in the past or the future!"