The Primordial Record

Chapter 1265: Ninth Reflection



Rowan looked around him, and everything was dead, and the only two beings that were moving yet were only a few moments from death were him and... the sprite.

He staggered backward, and his only remaining functional hand reached across the distance and held her small body that like him had been broken. This should not have happened, with his control over this space, even when in battle it would be a minor thing to protect this sprite, but Oblivion had struck, and for a while, he had forgotten her presence in its entirety, until now.

She gasped her last breath, big green eyes filled with confusion for her talent was supposed to make her ridiculously hard to die, but the wounds inflicted by the Primordial Keepers could not simply be healed by the talent of a mere sprite, no matter how powerful that talent may be.

In his palm, the pain and confusion in her eyes subsided and what took its place was a kind of peace that was almost impossible to describe,

"Ancient One, are you... going to call me by my name?"

Her voice was a whisper, but he could hear it clearly,

Rowan replied with his consciousness, his body too broken for even speech, "I do not know them,"

The sprite smiled weakly, "No, you do..."

"I...I..."

Rowan wanted to deny this claim but then something strange happened, the soul flame at this moment completely merged with Rowan, and his Will of Time became complete.

He went still as his memories, gathered from all over time began to merge, a billion trillion thoughts and events flashing together and being merged into a singular whole that finally revealed the entire truth of his existence and the great plan that he had been making behind the scenes, and his extremely grand ambitions.

"So, this was what I have been planning all these while..."

Rowan muttered to himself in rapt fascination, his impending death, nothing but a side note.

He looked down at the sprite and the unexpected tiny angelic wings she carried behind her and knew that these wings were those of the Archangel that he had set aside to protect her. A million years in the past/future, his ninth Reflection would leave the universe and traverse on the frozen road, and he would come across a miracle, it was a bluegrass whose presence should have lasted for an extremely brief moment but his ninth Reflection had used a Thousand Year Wish to preserve the life of this grass, and for thousands of years they had stayed together.

When he was about to leave he left two Archangels behind to protect the bluegrass despite the fact that the budding grass wanted nothing but to follow him, but after the ninth Reflection became trapped inside Doom Star for longer than he had expected, the blue grass had forcefully pulled herself away from the frozen road, but because she was integrated too deeply with the frozen road, she could not uproot herself without leaving the majority of her roots behind.

Cutting herself from her roots left her with a mortal injury, and she might not have lived for a few centuries more before she perished but the Archangels Rowan left to protect her chose to merge with the blue grass after her lifespan had almost run out, giving her their essence and wings, making her immortality talent to erupt.

The connection she had with Rowan had led her into the great darkness where her kind nature had caused her to fall into a dreadful trap with a certain extradimensional race in the nothingness and she had suffered for an unknown number of years before by chance Rowan had come across her and wiped out the race, freeing her from the endless torment of being their food.

With the infinite vastness of the nothingness, it would have been impossible for Rowan to have come across her, if not for his bloodline that controlled wishes and desire.

The sprite had felt the connection between Rowan and the Reflection she had met on the frozen road, but there were slight differences that made her pause, because for one, she could not see any sense of Recognition in Rowan's eye, and that made her uncertain if she had met the right person, but she still decided to stay with him until the day that he remembered her, after all, without her by his side, he was usually sad.

Finally understanding the origin of this sprite Rowan smiled at her, "Hello, Bluegrass."

Her eyes widened before she began to chuckle weakly,

"It is a good thing that you now remember me."

"I am sorry," Rowan said, "I just have... lots of things on my mind."

Indeed at this time, Rowan's mind was still filled with endless permutations and combinations, the fact that he had a soul was not even at the top of his consideration as he was surprised at the changes that were caused by this ninth Reflection that was outside his plan, perhaps it was because of all his Reflection, this was the one who not only successfully created his soul, but also gained both the bloodline and the Will of Time.

From the first Reflection he had created to the eighth, all of them had followed his plans to the letter and every change they had caused across Time had served a purpose, this sprite seemingly served no purpose, but that would be looking at only the surface of things, her existence was impossible, and her merger with his Archangels were also extremely strange, but all of these were changes he would be investigating later.

At this point, he had planted the seeds of his dominion, and it was time to reap. Reality seemed to flash repeatedly, in one moment it would show the end of this battle, with Rowan's broken body surrounded by his nine Cherubims, and in the other, it would show a dead titan sitting on a throne made from the burning bones of the Primordial Keepers, and a tree made from golden lightning and fire erupting from his opened skull.

Rowan's soul and Will reached across time and the body on the burning throne shook and then his nine massive hands stretched forth and seized the hilt of the nine blades piercing his body and he growled,n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"From the time I opened my eyes and saw the true face of reality... I have wondered..."

He began to slowly pull the blade out of his body, and as he did a great wave of life began to bubble beneath the surface.

That lifeforce carried a light of its own that was being shed in this darkness, and it revealed a purple road before him that led to a massive vortex, but in death, Rowan's body had reversed to his original size and thus massive vortex the size of multiple galaxies was simply the size

of one of his palms.

Rowan's body as he pulled out the blade began to slowly rise from the throne of burning bones, his back was bent, his chest was arched outwards and his voice made the darkness tremble, and in his empty eye sockets, new eyes were born, and they burned black,

"Do Primordials bleed?!"

His voice traveled through the darkness and swept into the swirling vortex where it reached

the Eye of Time.

The Eye of Time who had been monitoring the flow of the battle shivered and then it shrieked, its voice resounding through the entire realm of Doom Star

"Abomination!"