The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1536

At those words, the burning eyes of the Adjudicator flared bright, "Why would you think we shall stand by and watch you devour Angels like you once did? You forget that all of Reality had been embroiled in war in that Era, and we were focused on other things; in this Era, the Celestial Domain has thrived, Seed. We have multiple Thrones. What do you have? Your greed has doomed your domain to house you alone. Were there not more of your kind before? Perhaps you would not be in this position, and we would be talking about something else if you had not also eaten them too. Still, I see that you remain a master at distorting the topic under consideration. This body would not last for long, so answer my question, Seed, who brought this storm?"

Seed shrugged, "I do not know. The man I looked to for that answer had fled, and your action of twisting the minds of these fools here had ensured that he escaped."

The Adjudicator sniffed, "I do not know what you are talking about. They saw the destruction you brought upon their land that you could have easily resolved. Is it surprising that they attacked you?"

"These weaklings have no spine, even if I kill all their descendants, they would spend years in deliberation," Seed pointed out, "They rushed here because of your manipulation, which more than anything shows the rot in the center of the Eldar's branch that your Light has infected so many minds. Do not bother denying it. Your action plays into my plan, and I do not hold it against you. The plans for this domain have failed. This is my chance to remake it from the root."

The Adjudicator froze before he smiled, "Good, but I still do not admit to anything here, I just simply took this shell that had worshiped my light from the time he was born. Now, on to other matters that are more important. The storm, who is the man who has the answers?"

Seed pointed in the direction of the Celestial Domain, "As much as I would like to tell you that answer…" A sudden, violent gesture from Seed tore through the midsection of the body possessed by the Adjudicator, and Seed snatched his glowing heart surrounded by white flames. "…I do not owe you an answer, and the next time I see you, Adjudicator, I shall kill you."

The fiery eyes of the Adjudicator looked at Seed with fury before he smiled,

"Your domain shall burn, I will make sure of it."

The light vanished in the man's eyes, and he collapsed. Seed crushed the flaming heart and regarded the storm above, as confusion filled his heart. Gritting his teeth, he walked towards the Memory of Primordial Light. He was tired of being in the dark, and he needed answers.

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Rowan did not linger for long after sending that attack against Seed because he could not win this fight, not inside the domain of his enemy and so close to the sleeping Primordial Life whose Intent was hovering over him like a poisonous cloud.

Before he left, Rowan's senses swept towards the direction of Elura's domain, towards the worlds that Maeve had nurtured, which held his subjects from Trion, many of them who had become friends with him after the years went by.

They were dead, all of them.

There were many ways they could have being killed and all would be peaceful, but someone had slit their throat, and from the expression in their dying faces, their end had not been anything but calm.

To circumvent this barrier, Rowan constantly simulated what his presence should appear like in Reality.

Inside the Land of Miracle, Rowan's greatest fear was that his cloak would be shaken when he was reduced to a mortal by the red blade. He was lucky that his status as a mortal did not draw any rejection from Reality, so his secret was not revealed.

However, the death of Maeve and the subsequent torture at the hands of Seed and Elura, who shattered his consciousness and brought him beyond the boundary of madness, Rowan found wrath. His long green hair that he had worn to signify his connection to the Land of Miracle had been discarded, and now it was red like blood.

His dimensional soul still wore that green hair, and Rowan's consciousness had simulated his appearance when he stepped into Booze Palace. However, this appearance was what he wore in the past, and his new one was what he would be wearing in the future.

Circe gasped because Rowan's demeanor after dispersing his previous appearance had brought terror to her heart.

His hair was blood red, and apart from a leather kneebreech he was wearing, he was topless. A reddish Aura surrounded him, resembling a dimension made from blood.