The Primordial Record

Circe breathing cfaster, it was too much. The sounds… the smells… the losses… so much power erupting from the battle at every single moment that it could crush an entire galaxy to nothingness.

"Go closer, don't try to see everything, but focus on only one thing, from here expand the reaches of your mind and understand, this lesson would be invaluable to your growth, and mine…" Rowan said, and her body obeyed before her mind could follow, carried by a gentle breeze she drifted closer to the clash that was leaving millions dead with every breath she was taking.

She followed his advice and found the thing that she could hold on to inside all the chaos, it worked barely,

Circe whispered, "It's the smell like iron buried in the sea suddenly brought out into the air. It's the smell of lightning burning across the air before a storm hits," she shivered, feeling cold, "This is death in all her glory."

"You remembered everything I told you," Rowan said.

Circe nodded, "You said that when it begins when you enter the field of battle if it becomes too much forto bear, you givepermission to leave. For you will never stop until you have buried all your enemies."

She smiled sadly, "I was angry at your words before, your belief that I was weak was crushing, but now I understand. This battle happening here is nothing before what is to come, is it not? You were showingmercy, or perhaps you don't wantto see this side of you."

Rowan was silent, and the book in her hand rippled with energy, he did not have to say anything, she already knew the answer.

The air behind her shook as a pair of green wings appeared followed by a clap of thunder, Circe paused for a moment as Maeve stood beside her, she acknowledged this powerful figure with a nod before her body drifted forward once more.

Maeve was not even looking at her but at the book in her hands, she was shaking in fear, and she could not help it, it was because she could feel it.

The power arising from the book. As if the center of the entire universe was beginning to align with it. How could everyone here not feel it? It was more tangible than the earth beneath her feet or the sun in the sky. O Holy Mother, what sort of power is this?

In the center of the heavens, the Immortals waged their battle. Except for the absence of Minerva, the six gods of Trion battled against twelve Demon princes and twenty-three Archmages.

Even without calling on the full reaches of their power, they were holding back all the forces of two SuprWorlds by themselves. With every Dominator that died below, their power rose, but the gods kept it hidden.

The only Demon Prince Rowan recognized among the combatants was Kohron, Demon Prince of Strife, but he recognized more of the Archmages; he had fought and killed sof them in the Underverse. The protection of their SuprWorld had kept their soul safe, now they were here.

Their battle was like the stars exploding in the sky in all its glory and violence, and below them were billions of mortals, screaming and dying. Several powerful figures were among them, the central battle was between a Mage and the six Ancestors of Trion. He alone battled the most powerful Earth gods of the Empire.

The Aura of power emerging from him was not massive, ridiculously small among all the combatants that were here, but it was incredibly dense, and the fact that he was crushing the Ancestors of Trion was astonishing.

The battle was reaching a fever pitch, and the tempo had reached the point where the true weapons of war were about to be unleashed by both sides, Immortals would begin to fall.

Then the trumpet sounded, and Trion, alongside the rest of the universe, went still.

Every single warrior froze, the gods, demons, and mages could not move a single inch. The stars paused their lights, and every world stopped their rotation.

Every single living being in the entire universe went still, and their souls trembled.

Another trumpet blast sounded, and this tit reached the ears of the entire universe.

And then…

"BOOM!"

A heartbeat…

"BOOM!"

A voice that was as quiet as the gentlest breeze blowing across an empty icy field cto Rowan, "Remember all we might be, something you can never hope to reach until the end of existence. You deny yourself an assured chance of Ascendance to the ranks of Primordial."

"I know, yet I refuse. You have shownyour dream, and now it's tforto show you my own."

"You will fail to Become."

"Watch me."

"If that is your Will."

"It is."

"Then let it be so, I shall watch and obey, but you shall regret it."

"I do not fear failure… nor do I feel regret. I shall always live by my Will, for I am Truth. Reveal yourself toPrimordial Record, you have withheld my birthright for too long."

With a sigh, the Primordial Record opened up and Rowan saw all he had become.

PᖇᎥᗰᗝᖇᗪᎥᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᑕᗝᖇᗪ

Name: Rowan Kuranes??!#

Age: 38/1,999,000,000

Strength: Not determined

Agility: Not determined

Constitution: Not determined

Class: None

Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood, Reality Butcher, Creator, Primordial. #!? Error— Living Dimension??!!. Destroyer?!#

Aspect:

Berserker (Tier 7— Completed)

Lament Of Celestials (Tier 5— Completed)

Light Devourer (Tier 0)

Skills:

BERSERKER BLOOD (Origin — Level Completed)

Bloodline Skill: Eruption (Stripped/ Evolving)

Aspect Skill: The Lost Fl(Tier 5— Innate Convergence and Divergence)

Passive:

Decipher language (complete)

Berserker Intent (Silver)

Records:

SIX ???????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????? [Roots Unspecified— SuprCircle Broke ] - Level Unknown

SHEOL - Level 7 completed[500,000]

TREE OF DESIRE - Level 7 Completed

Territory: Primordial Sea of Darkness

Primordial Ambrosia

Dimensional Fabric

Bloodline Ability: Purgatory Gate Unlocked

Dimensional Skill: Dimension Engine [Minor— Completed]

Dimensional Absolute Skill: Word of Enoch ×3 [Blank] upgraded to Breathe of Enoch.

Rift Rule: Absolute Body. [ Broken— Consumed by Dimensional Fabric]

Palace of Ice Chamber Unlocked:

Astrolabe

Knowledge Well

Hollow Forge

Chambers Shattered and Consumed by Dimensional Fabric

Chaos Worlds (minor) — Limits Exceeded

[Consumed by Dimensional World]

Minor Worlds Seeded — 1,252

[Dimensional Fabric expanded — Minor Worlds — 24,780

Awakening Primordial Bloodline [Sheol]

Bloodline Upgraded:

Sheol: This is a Refuge for Souls. Every Soul returns to your grasp for rest, they shall give you all their karma and energy they had accumulated in their lifetand you shall give them peace eternal.

[You can now control a greater portion of the Light of Sheol. Harvest Soul Origin and gain a Minor understanding of the 9th Dimension Will of Soul]

Tree Of Desire: Controls the flow of luck. Once every year collect lost treasures and dreams. Once every Century collects lost wishes and Destinies. Once every Millenia grants a wish. Once every Era grants an Impossible wish.

[The Sound of Luck has spread and Fate continuously bends to your will.]

WILL GAINED: Will of Truth [2nd Level Completed]

SOUL ORIGIN GAINED: 1,019,887,665

SOUL CRYSTAL GAINED: 2,899,773

Title Gained. Territory Gained, Minor Worlds Gained, Will Gained.

Remark: Unknown Dimensional Being

Warning: Current Path not accepted by the Primordial Record. Evolutionary direction cannot be simulated and corrected. Dimensional Fabric is an unknown mutation.

The merger of Primordial Bloodline, Celestial Destroyer, and evolving Will inside an unknown Dimensional Fabric is unprecedented.

Chances of Self Annihilation: 78%