The Primordial Record
chapter-964

Rowan did not acknowledge the presence of Caine, his body which was nothing but bones and little strips of flesh continually looked towards the universe, but the six Primordial Ouroboros Serpents had turned their gaze towards Caine, watching him and although their eyes were still closed, nothing eluded their sight.

Caine walked with an insect-like fluidity, his misshapen joints holding a surprising amount of elasticity and strength, but the flesh was the plaything of beings like these and they could choose whatever form they desired at a glance. He only stopped when he was beside Rowan, making sure that he was a hundred feet away from him, this was merely a form of basic courtesy, for creatures of their power, they could as well be standing side by side.

The hundred feet separating them began to vibrate, as space shattered and was compressed continuously, creating a death zone that appeared normal but would shred gods and entire galaxies to pieces if they passed through it. Caine and Rowan were extremely powerful and proud beings, and if the other could not exert enough pressure to stand firmly, then they would be ruthlessly consumed. Both of them stood silently, but the battle being silently waged between them was terrible.

"Caine," Rowan growled, "Your appearances as always, are truly foul."

The First Born of Chaos seemed surprised at that statement and then he laughed, "I cannot help my nature, I am a carrion Romion, but I do not only feed on the dead, but the dying as well. Ahhh…the things we do to survive. Yet, from where I stand, we are both cut from the same cloth, you only need to adjust your perspective a little."

Caine bent his crooked head to the side and smiled, "See, you don't look so good as well, nothing remains within your bones but ash, and your blood has turned to nothing, but you still live, your mortal flesh held bound by your Will. I have no reason to take up such a weak flesh, but seeing you in this state, well, it broke my heart, so I had to do the same—Make myself as weak as you. I am well aware that you are a skittish monster Romion, and anything else would be a sign for battle, or am I wrong?"

Rowan smiled internally and increased the number of Soul Mountains he was about to crush, he gave no outward indication of his actions but Caine retreated another hundred feet, and chuckled nervously,

"I am not here to battle you, Romion, at this junction there is no point, you have rid yourself of the influence of Chaos, and you are no longer a threat to me. Besides I do not fancy losing other fragments of my soul, it is hard to slice off bits of your soul you know, and every loss is devastating. Although I suspect someone like you does not enjoy that particular frailty of mine, how lucky."

Something that appeared like a grimace passed across Rowan's ghastly face, and a single drop of blood rolled down his eyeless face, "Is that so?" Rowan whispered.

"Of course Romion. Your name, Rowan Kuranes was branded with Chaos Will, like a prized cattle, because that is what we are to my father, cattle… and before the eye of all creation, here you stand, no longer one of us."

Caine licked his lips with a disgusting long tongue, "I call your name across the Chaotic expanse to the farthest reaches of my father's domain, and only silence is my reply. Outlandish bastard! You rid yourself of Chaos Will while still a mortal, which I am to admit caught me by surprise and is the primary reason why I am here, to find you Romion, and ask you once and for all before I go crazy. How in the hallowed names of the Primes did you know that such a thing would work? You, a sniveling child of barely a million years old!! Do you know how long… how…"

Caine's voice had been moderate at the start, but as he kept talking it began to increase in intensity, the glow in his yellow eyes shining out like flames and cracks emerging from his fade that glowed a dull yellow as if he contained nothing but light inside of him, the madness hidden behind the veneer of civility breaking through the thin facade, revealing the monster within.

The space separating them turned black, before combusting with a purple flame that congealed into a gray plasma. The clash of their consciousness had created a space of pure Destruction.

For Rowan, this was due to the Destroyer contained in his body, his titles, and the crazy number of attributes and Consciousness Pillars he held, but Caine had matched him using only a fragment of his soul, although this one was larger than what he used against Rowan previously.

Their silent clash had begun to exceed the limits of the mere Fourth Dimension, and touch the realm of Destruction, a power that was mostly controlled by seventh-dimensional entities. In the battle against the Reflections, Rowan had not used his most potent weapon which was his consciousness, but against Caine, he did not hold back. Rowan remained silent not replying to the rant of Caine, his focus was on harnessing every bit of power he had. He understood that breaking the Wills of the Primordial in his bloodline was amazing, but Caine was acting as if it was far more impossible than he had given credit to. Whatever the case might be, it did not matter to him, but was more important to Caine, which automatically placed Rowan in a more favorable position, but he could not help but wonder why Caine would give up such a valuable secret.

Caine suddenly looked at him with suspicion and the pressure against Rowan reduced, the field of Destruction retreated into a purple flame that burned between them, and from afar it appeared as if a purple sun stood in between them, "You had no idea, didn't you Romion? You casually broke something that was considered so fundamentally impossible to break that it became a part of reality, and yet you had no clue!"

Rowan's head whipped supernaturally quick to the side as he looked at Caine, from the two empty holes in his head, more and more drops of blood began to emerge, and as they poured down his face, the blood began to rebuild his body, he could no longer stand against this beast with a weakened flesh,

"Speak clearly Caine, if you know me at all, you should realize how much I hate unclear ramblings. Your desires won't be easily gained even if you choose the best words in creation. I am a man of reason."

Caine paused and then sneered, and due to the fact that his head was upside down, his features were warped into something bestial, "If it was anyone else that had addressed me this way, god or Titans, I would have strung them up by their tongue and flay them for eternity, but I suppose you have earned some of the right to speak your mind, and yes, I am a man of reason like you too, let us… reason together."