The Primordial Record
chapter-919

As a mortal Rowan could not wield his Destroyer with the degree of competency that he might crave, but that changed when he channeled the power into a vessel, he should be able to direct at least a single percent of its power.

This was all the power he could afford to unleash. With the nature of a Destroyer, if he unleashed more, it would simply shatter his entire spell, and such an uncontrolled wave of destruction may hurt him alongside his enemies, it simply meant that anything over seven percent release of this power would kill him.

His Destroyer was born from Angelic roots, which meant it had a close relationship with Light. This was what manifested when Rowan linked the fragments of Envy and Pride to his Destroyer, a bright white light of a manner that had never been seen inside this universe.

He did not push power into the fragments because with only a single consciousness it would be too difficult, what he did was allow the weapons themselves to take the power they could hold.

It was a shame that even Envy and Pride together could only hold a single percent of the power of his Destroyer. Then, it would have to suffice.

The light that erupted from his hand that held the fragment did not dissipate, it was seemingly permanent, and the entire Twilight Bridge and the surroundings were blocked from sight, it appeared as if they had all been transported to a white room, although what was especially notable about this place was the fact that the light had weight.

Unleashing the power of his Destroyer, even a single percent automatically created a Domain where he was the king.

It slowed the movements of everyone to a crawl and aided his actions. Rowan had the time to look at his enemies bearing down on him in excruciating details, he saw Minerva with her heavy spider's body leaping towards him, the tips of her seven feet were covered with glowing demonic enchantment that stank of a fatal sort of poison that could turn his entire body to a puddle of stinking liquid if he allowed it to touch him.

The Abomination that was Second had unleashed a thousand green lightning that in this white space was slowly crawling towards him, and a few inches from his neck was the blade of the Third Prince that was bearing down on him faster than anyone here.

Around the bodies of the three enemies that were left was a sort of distortion. This distortion was the Domain of his Destroyer melting through the Wills of the trio. If not for the Aetherium supporting their powers, they would be left helpless, nevertheless, it dramatically reduced their abilities.

Rowan roared, "Take from my Light and be reborn anew."

The fragments of Envy and Pride shattered, as the Weapon Spirit they contained began to build a new shell, one that was not made from metal but from light, and in a moment, the weapon in Rowan's right hand coalesced. It was made from the light of a thousand stars, and it seemed as if he was holding a bright galaxy the shape of a massive Axe.

The cries of Envy and Pride were silent, they showed their frenzy by exploding their stars, and the lights emanating from them reached a feverish intensity, "Use us!" they cried.

The blade from the Third Prince was an inch away from his neck when Rowan nodded at his weapon of light, and he moved.

He let the starry shaft of Envy run down his hand until its glowing Axe Head reached the ground and he took a step back allowing the blade of the Third Prince to graze his neck, before pushing all the powers of Ascension into his body and reversing that step, with that single smooth motion he slammed Envy into the forehead of the Third Prince.

The sound was not loud, and the power of a Destroyer was efficient, every single energy, including heat and any kinetic energy, was channeled into the cut. Yet the weapons Rowan wielded were petty and Pride released a sound wave attack to accompany their blows.

"Boom!"

In this place where light held his enemy bound, Rowan had enough time to slam the Axe multiple times onto the head of the Third Prince.

"Boom!"

On the tenth blow, he tore through the tough skin that was blocked by a barrier of Aetherium and Will, on the thirtieth blow he had cut through the thin muscles on the forehead, on the fiftieth he had begun to crack bone, chips of it flying into the air like tiny meteors.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

All this while the furious gaze of the Third Prince was stuck to Rowan's face, his body unable to move, stuck on the ground as Rowan hacked his way into his skull.

On the hundredth blow, the top half of the Third Prince's head was sheared off revealing a strange pulsing red brain.

Unlike a normal brain, his brain was visibly sectioned in three parts as if three different brains had been forced together into his skull, on the surface of the brain were hundreds of tiny tentacles that wiggled like tiny worms, and from the tips of the tentacles a membrane of energy were emitted that blocked the next blows from Rowan.

Since the moment the Third Prince came into existence, he had never suffered a near death wound like this.

A roar had been building inside the chest of the Third Prince for a while now, and when the membrane blocking Rowan's weapon from reaching his brain became alarmingly dim after suffering dozens of hacks, the roar exploded out in the shape of a massive bolt of red lightning that blasted towards Rowan, shattering this domain of Light holding him bound.

Even though it was one percent of his Destroyer's power, it was still amazing that the Third Prince had been able to shatter its hold over him.

Rowan suddenly reversed the edge of his weapon, turning it into a massive shield of stars, and even as he was pushed backward his right hand thrust forward. The six Ouroboros Serpents merged as one, for a moment multiplying their powers to unknown heights and plunged into the head of the Third Prince, digging into his exposed brain that was shielded by a dim red glow.

A shrill scream emerged from the mouth of the Third Prince as the Ouroboros Serpent bit through the barrier and reached his exposed brain and they scattered into six individual serpents and striked at his brain.

In his fear and anger, the power pulsing from his body made a strange sound akin to the explosion of a supernova, and what emerged from the body of the Third Prince defied understanding. It was power unleashed in its purest form.

The Shockwave alone shattered ten percent of the Twilight bridge and when it reached Rowan it tossed him tens of thousands of miles away tearing away the serpents feasting on his brain. It crushed Minerva, shattering her shell and throwing her towards the same direction as Rowan, Second was flattened into a paste.

Then the red lightning that shot from his body was so devastating it eclipsed the glow of the entire universe, the only entity closest to him, Second, could only give a small cry of despair before he was shredded to nothingness, and the red lightning reached and swept past Rowan and Minerva pressing them down for what seemed like an eternity before it subsided.