The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1282

Chapter 1282 New Players

Rowan's whisper could as well be a scream before the senses of the Eye of Time. Now more than ever, it knew the sort of creature that Rowan was, it understood that he had access to many Wills of equal power to that of Time, and the only reason that Rowan had begun elevating the Will of Time while the Eye of Time was occupied was simple... this bastard knew about the Bloodline Source of Time and that was his target! The consequences of the Bloodline Source of Time falling into the hands of Rowan would be catastrophic, and the Eye would have preferred anyone else to get power but Rowan because this man was truly terrifying with the minor resources he controlled, giving him the foundations of a Primordial would shoot his potential to a place that the Eye of Time could not even bear to think about.

Despite being under the hold of Nemesis, the Eye of Time still had enough awareness to scream out his fear to the titan sleeping in death inside the Eye all this time,

"Gothran'Inul, stop him! My essence is yours freely, take of it."

This titan who had a thousand arms and a hundred faces seemed not to have heard the cry of the Eye of Time, after all, it had been dead since the Primordial Era, but that was not the entire truth. Gothran'Inul came from an extremely venerated background and his Fate could not be easily bound, even by death itself.

When his heart was ripped away from him, and his essence was snatched, Gothran'Inul transferred the last of his essence that he could keep into his blood. It was from his blood that the Silver Horde was created, and within their countless numbers lay the last of his essence where it was nurtured under their worship.

The cries of the horde for his rise under this many eternities fed his awakening, and under the protection of the Eye of Time, he could slowly return to his peak.

After so many eternities asleep in death, the titan's meager essence had been able to slowly recover, but even the Eye of Time did not know the full extent of Gothran'Inul's recovery.

As long as there was a contract between them, the Eye was safe from any form of treachery, coupled with the innate arrogance it had with the knowledge that it was a fragment of a Primordial, the Eye was not concerned with the recovery process of this titan, and now it prayed that Gothran'Inul would surprise it, even going as far as sacrificing its essence, but this titan did not pull from the Eye of Time, ingrained in every facet of its being, was its supreme pride.

The previous move from Rowan as he swept aside the blast from the Eye of Time had destroyed nearly every life form on the surface of the realm, but the combatants here were not your average lifeforms, and they had almost all returned. Killing anyone here required more effort than just destroying their fleshy bodies.

Calamity gods rained down from the body of the wailing child above like a flood, while the silver horde had arisen from their white ash, the powers in their bodies were brimming, their infinite potential unleashed as their cold eyes stared at Rowan, without fear, knowing that they could tear him apart.

A silent wave erupted from the dead titan, sweeping past the realm and touching every Silver Horde. The arachnid warriors went still and suddenly they took their arms filled with multiple wicked claws and dug into their faces, tearing away at their faceless visage.

Bluish blood sprayed out from their faces, this was the first time these creatures were bleeding, and the cause was apparent, their faceless visage was the control node that gave them their immortality and the potential for endless growth, and breaking it with their own hands was similar to shattering their foundations.

Picking apart the mask that had covered their faces, their true appearance was revealed and it was similar to the cross between a man and a spider, with eight blank eyes that were blue, sunken nostrils, and a lipless maw filled with needle-sharp teeth. They looked towards the heavens and they shrieked their fury and sorrow, the last sounds that the Silver Horde would ever make. They had the potential to ravage reality if they could escape Doom Star, but the call of the Eye of Time to the titan was too desperate.

The heartbeat from the awakening titan was growing, causing the space around Rowan to be in a permanent state of chaos, but by his mighty foot, a golden light appeared that pierced space, and in its wake was a swirling vortex.

Inside the vortex were two vague shapes, and a closer look would reveal that these were a man and a woman. Nothing much could be seen of their features, but this woman had long white hair.

Slowly but steadily, these two figures pushed through what seemed to be a massive barrier, and reality itself seemed to sigh as they stepped through the vortex and entered the realm, revealing who they were, Andar and Staff.

On the shoulder of Staff, partially hidden by her long white hair was a sleeping white dragon.

They had no time to begin to understand what was happening around them before the voice of Rowan emerged all around them,

"I have kept my promise, and his fate lies in his hand... whoever wins shall be acknowledged by me."