The Primordial Record

Chapter 1264:  Last Man Standing

Rowan's speed was so fast it was almost impossible to see his movements, and he had halted just as abruptly. Before he turned around he looked up at the sky and noticed that not all his blood had crashed to the ground yet, some were still falling, and the light they exuded turned the sky red and he sighed, this sight reminded him of a memory from long ago.

In that memory, he was a child in a harsh and alien world, and there was a red moon overhead. He was on the verge of death at that moment, the same thing that was happening here, and there was also a Primordial Keeper there with him.

"The moon is red, and so is my heart."

Rowan had been using six arms to battle, hence six Cherubims, but he had nine Cherubims and he has always been keeping the last three in reserve because it was the smart move never to show all your cards until they were needed.

He had kept Sundown, Judgement, and Extinction aside for when he needed them the most, even if things had quickly reached levels that he had not fully anticipated.

With the power of Sundown, Rowan had crossed through the battlefield, tearing his way through hundreds of Primordial Keepers, his legs and most of his body were crushed and he could no longer move like before, Sundown would be his legs.

Judgment and Extinction had been the ones to mostly kill the keepers, and now Rowan rotated his body, his legs floating off the ground, carried by Sundown, and so the movements of his body were incredibly strange, like a puppet carried by massive invisible strings.

He did not use the Cherubim in their full angelic form even though the abilities they would be able to unleash in that form would be many times greater than their blade form, and it was not because their blade form was weaker but due to Rowan itself and his reduced attributes not being able to take advantage of all the abilities of the Cherubim.

There was also the chance that this battle might be seen by Nemesis, no matter how small it was, Rowan still placed it under consideration, and he would not make it easier for his enemies to know the true nature of his weapons just yet.

At this moment he was just an abomination wielding very powerful weapons, but if he made the Cherubims attack with their Angelic form, it would be known that he was a Celestial Creator which was not a big secret, but a Celestial Creator that could create a Cherubim was on a different level.

Creating a Power was the great watershed, it was the limit for the so-called lesser Angels, or Angels that could dominate a couple of universes, but Angels from the Cherubim and upwards were considered something different entirely. They were the true backbone of the Celestial dominion and their presence could not be easily explained.

Creating a Power was the great watershed, it was the limit for the so-called lesser Angels, or Angels that could dominate a couple of universes, but Angels from the Cherubim and upwards were considered something different entirely. They were the true backbone of the Celestial dominion and their presence could not be easily explained.

The massive phantom of the crow man above the Primordial Keepers had not dissipated by Rowan's unexpected attack, but its completion had been reversed for a bit.

Holding the three Cherubim as swords, the others floated behind him like wings. Everything was dark, his heartbeat had ended a while ago under the soul-crush barrage where all of his organs had failed, he no longer had any blood, and no single bone in his body was whole, even down to the smallest bones in his body.

The only thing he could hold on to was that he was breathing, even the air simply whistled through the holes in his chest. Every attack from the Primordial Keepers possessed the quality of decay, and so no wound they made would ever heal, alongside Oblivion blocking his body's innate immortality, in addition to this Rowan had been deliberately suppressing his healing, even until this moment, and by all metrics he was already dead, he was just too stubborn to stop moving. His mind had become locked into a zone that Rowan had rarely felt, his current blindness was a stark reminder of the same blindness that he had experienced as a child newly reincarnated into Trion and when he had opened his Primordial Record and had fallen under the influence of the Primordial Keepers.

Just touching the merest hint of their aura even with the shielding of the Primordial Record had nearly broken his mortal mind, and he would have perished at that time when he took a spoon and shoved it into his eyes repeatedly, further reducing his diminished lifespan.

Maeve had saved his life by dragging the spoon out of his hands, and at that time Rowan had sworn to kill every Primordial Keeper in existence, this was not even counting the attacks they made before Rowan had become a Legend, nearly ending his life under the light of a red moon.

Even though the plan was to die here while slaughtering the Primordial Keepers, it would have been better if he left a couple of them alive because what he understood about Nemesis and other higher powers was that in their arrogance they would not look into the death of most of the Primordial Keepers, leaving it for their other servants to maintain and seek retribution, but if Rowan was to kill them all, it would be a direct slap to their faces and they would personally hunt him down.

Knowing all this, Rowan attacked. Let them earn his death, he had given enough chances to them. His blades were his eyes, and into their formation, Rowan entered with no hesitation. Space wiggled and stretched, but the hold of Wormtongue ensured that these fifth-dimensional Primordial Keepers could not take advantage of their control over space, and they could not make it as massive or as small as they wanted.

Judgment seemed to move by itself, the Cherubim had judged the Keepers and the Angel found them wanting, their lives were reaped under its blade. It did not matter that they existed in a higher dimensional state, Wormtongue had drawn everything of them inside here, and the greatest advantages that they had where their minds could escape in time and space was nullified, to kill them Rowan had spent hundreds of millions of years in creating this treasure, it would be a shame if he did not get his time's worth.

The Cherubim Extinction was more deadly, made to be the end of all things, the Primordial Keepers almost seemed to be falling on the blade without them being able to resist, Sundown brought Rowan across the battle with speed that almost seemed as if he was both teleporting and going back in time.

The six other Cherubims behind him, weaved through the battlefield, the most capable assistant that a warrior could ever ask for in a battle. As if they were reading his mind, they flew around him in dizzying patterns that dazzled the mind and threw off their perceptions, while slicing through bodies and blocking and diverting spells.

Rowan went on a rampage. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Primordial Keepers did not go silently into the night. They quickly realized that Rowan's action would cause them not to be able to fully Soul Annihilation, and in a feat of madness, they tore the spell apart and each of them incorporated it into their bodies, and they went insane with pain and bloodlust, they charged at Rowan with a roar, and for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of combat and butchery.

In the end, only one man was standing, and it was Rowan.

The memory ended.