The Primordial Record
chapter-942

Rowan froze, his breathing emerging faster, that voice he heard was so familiar, but yet it was different, inside the warmness in that voice was a regal tone that was quite impossible to disguise, this was a voice that would bring a dimension to its knees, soft and feminine, yet filled with an implacable power.

His memories were perfect, and his feelings had not changed, but why was he no longer detecting that… warmth?

"Look at him Elura," the old man snickered, his large beard shaking with his mirth, "look how well the freak plays at being mortal, it is so perfect it's almost sickening. Just the right amount of movement here, a slight darkening in the eyes and a flare on the nose, his heart beating at just the right tempo. It's almost art. I can now truly see a part of your nature in him, yes, but there is something more… oh, my spine tingles and it all comes from a mortal being, how ridiculous."

Rowan's gaze returned to the old man who was looking at him with solemn consideration and a weird sense of annoyance as if he was displeased.

His actions had become quite instinctive, of course, he did not need to freeze up or allow his breath to quicken, these were all mortal considerations that he had perfected along the way, he needed it to function in the outside world as he evolved far past what was commonly known.

By all outward appearance, Rowan was humanoid, his charisma and beauty unmatched, he would be able to join any group of people with no outward problems, but his flesh and bloodlines would suggest otherwise. Rowan was a creature that could no longer be understood, even the Primordial Record, a Singularity, still found it quite difficult to analyze his physique, and at the end of his life, the Third Prince had understood the Abyss that had taken his life.

A dragon or even a stone would have a closer relationship with life than Rowan at this point in time due to the fact that his extreme bloodlines and physique had made him something unique. It was easy to forget that of everything living being in reality, Rowan was the only living creature that lacked a soul.

Disregarding physique or any other factor, his soulless nature meant Rowan would forever be different, and he sometimes considered it odd, for someone who may ultimately have the highest authority over the soul, to be soulless.

It was rare that someone was able to pick up this trait from him, although Rowan had no idea that Andar had once glimpsed a fragment of his true nature by the memories he left behind.

What this trait meant for Rowan was that it was quite difficult for him to feel a sense of connection to those around him, this effect was multiplied by the increasing number of Consciousness Pillars that arose in his dimension, but this signified that whoever Rowan came to love and created a unique connection with, would form a bond in his memories that was hard to dispel.

To put it simply, it was hard for Rowan to love, but once he did, it was eternal. In his life, he loved his children, and they felt the weight of that love, and it was what humbled the spirit of those around him, and gave them a sense of fulfillment beyond common sense.

It was impossible to feel the love Rowan had for them and not fall in awe at the purity of it. It was no wonder that the mental anguish that came from shattering the souls of the clones nearly rendered his mental space to madness.

For everyone else, Rowan was a perfect pretender to an emotion that they would have to earn before he could feel it, and his smile and laughter were only skin deep. Unlike everyone else outside his children, Rowan loved his mother.

The voice of the woman now took flesh and Rowan saw Elura again, he did not imagine that their reunion would be this quick, but if he considered their powers and the nature of a higher dimension that made traversing a large swatch of space almost negligible, he would have realized that except Elura did not wish to see him, it would be difficult for her not to find him when he reached the Land of Miracles.

There were so many things he wanted to say to her because, in the depths of his heart that had become as cold as the void, this figure still held a warm spot inside of it, and although his experiences and tribulations he had faced had made it almost impossible for him to let down his guard, he still loved his mother, but there was something… different about her.

And now, this act was not feigned for Rowan began to feel pain in his heart, and what happened next, confirmed his greatest fear.

"You are right father, he is nearly perfect, but the lack of experience means he is far too brittle, he could easily deceive most immortals, but not those who matter. Well, it is nothing that experience cannot fix, he is just the perfect diamond in the rough. Father, are you regretting your bet against me?"

Her words were a confirmation of his fears, this woman might look like his mother, sound like her, and have everything of his mother, from her soul to her Aura, yet she did not feel like her. Elura was a bastion of warmness in the storm, this woman here felt like an insult to her memory.

In the depths of his heart, a rage he had not felt since the day he felt the machinations of the Third Prince over his life erupted, but this rage could not hold a candle to the sorrow he felt in his heart. A promise he had kept that was lost to him.

'I guess, this is another of the punishments I shall have to face in my lifetime, due to my appetites.'

With all these thoughts in his head, Rowan's features did not change, these two claimed he was not a particularly great liar, and their observation carried merit, everything he had learned was just inside a single universe, and there was still more for him to understand and explore, and like the Reflections who looked down on his ignorance, they had no idea how quickly Rowan could learn, and how cruel his rage could make him.

Elura looked at her father in smugness before turning to Rowan, "My dear son…" something in his eyes made her freeze, inside those eyes she saw nothing, and then she looked with surprise at her chest where a sharp blade made from ice had settled just below her collarbone,

Rowan growled, "I will only ask you this one time, where is my mother?!"

"Hahaha… this is getting good!" the old man laughed, the anger in his brows disappearing and a sense of acknowledgment emerged in his heart for his grandson, he had thought that he had inherited only the slinking nature of his mother, but there was fire in the heart of the body, oh, there was fire, "how I wished I brought some snacks, this is prime entertainment."

The eyes of Elura widened in shock, then pain, and suddenly it warped to fury, "How dare you child. How can you raise your blade against your mother?!"

Her weird greenish gold eyes flashed and the blade held by Rowan crumbled to dust, the wave of force that erupted from Elura left no traces behind, but it slammed against Rowan's body with the force of a hundred universe, he was driven to his knees, and the Rowan that fell to ground crumbled into ashes before Elura's dumbstruck gaze, "What…"

"Above you," the old man chuckled, his gaze alight with excitement, he was enjoying every single moment of this day.

Elura looked up and her vision was covered by a giant palm, as Rowan appeared above her and seized her face, his large hand nearly covering her entire head before she could wrap her mind around what was happening, he slammed her head to the ground, once, twice, shattering the earth for miles before tossing her into the air.

The roar of disbelief and rage that erupted from the body of Elura as she was thrown into the air resounded throughout the Frozen Waste as the heads of the Sirens above opened their eyes.