The Primordial Record

Chapter 337 Tormenting The Dragon

Chapter 337 Tormenting The Dragon

Vraegars body was very powerful, at least fifteen times as powerful as Rowan's body when he was at the peak of the Rift State and about eight times stronger than Dorian's body at the same level. That was not counting the protections of his scales and other powers he would have awakened.

It was hard to put such physical dominance into context. Vraegar should be at least five times more powerful than he was previously when he was a Shadow Dragon at the Third Great Circle, and he would be able to tear his previous self to pieces using only his physical body.

If Vraegar and Fury had a rematch, Rowan would be very curious about the outcome of that battle. Vraegar Constitution and powers had changed in drastic ways that would be hard to judge unless he erupted when he battled, nevertheless Rowan knew it was potent, and he was sure the only reason he could be imprisoned by Eva was because he allowed himself to be locked up, most likely due to the fact that he was fighting a battle within him also, alongside his loyalty to Rowan and the fear of him.

Rowan did not know how long he had been sleeping and how far his Angels would have developed, for they needed a decade before they became fully grown.

If he had been sleeping for a decade then any Angel would be able to tear Vraegar apart because a fully grown Angel was equal to a Fourth Great Circle Dominator or an Earth god.

If not, then he was sure that apart from Archimedes that may hold back Vraegar for a little while, no one here in this Divine Palace was his match.

That meant he had to be careful with his dealings with Vraegar at this time, he may have pledged himself to Rowan, but now his position was not stable. He should not come in contact with Vraegar but someone else closer to him, like Eva or his Angels, so this meant that he would have to wait.

The wait took another four months, but Rowan had become used to spending a large amount of time in isolation, and he simply waited it out as he made plans for the future.

Yet, he was not idle, as he made a surprising discovery, he realized that a massive chunk of the stolen Essence responded to his presence and when his reflection entered into it, the energy appeared to be beneficial to it, and so he began to divert the Essence subtly into his reflection, and began growing in strength.

He had experimented leaving Vraegar's body, but he discovered his reflection could not last for long outside a living vessel. He would have to possess a weaker body to function properly before he might begin to make any other move.

An Angel came to Vraegar with wings of flames tucked behind her back, her voice was resonant as she said, "You are summoned, traitor!" Although this Angel was armored from her head to her toes in seamless golden armor, her shape and voice were clearly pleasant.

Vraegar shook himself awake, his wings spread extremely wide as he attempted to make himself alert, but he was clearly failing, his attempt to suppress Rowan bloodline had been going awry, especially because of the presence of Rowan.

When Rowan saw how quickly Vraeger had grown using his stolen Essence and his inability to truly control this dragon due to his unforeseen slumber, he began interfering with the process of the Essence assimilation.

Originally, Rowan already had plans he would use to tame this Dragon fully, he left the basics to Eva to accomplish for him, and it appeared she had succeeded for although Vraegar was now powerful, he was still docile, and did not harm any of Rowan's root interest. His lust for power was another matter separately.

Rowan understood that if he had tried influencing Vraegar directly, then there was a chance that he would be discovered, so Rowan used the stolen Essence.

He began by stirring the Essence into a storm, making Vraegar spend ten times the amount of effort in order to digest it, and since it was as mental battle rather than physical, the young dragon was worn out.

Rowan did not know this but Vraegar had been feeling intense regret ever since he stole the Essence from his slumbering father. It was not the act of stealing that made him regretful, oh no, he understood his father would understand and might even encourage his actions.

In their world, it was strength above everything, not taking the pie laid out in front of you, even if it was not yours in the first place, was a bigger sin than struggling to make your own.

His true regret was that he was still too weak to digest the Essence, and this knowledge brought chills down his spine, after all, this was just excess energy that was abundant inside his father's body. What sort of Empyrean could his old man be? Was he some sort of god among Empyrean? In addition to this troubling Essence, his Dragon Senses had been going haywire for the past few months.

He had begun hearing phantom sounds and seeing strange colors, sometimes at the edge of his perception, he would have sworn he heard whispers. The sound that came from those whispers were filled with ancient madness and gloom, and Vraegar did not know how long he might last if this condition continued for too long.

He could not really rest because he felt a pair of eyes gazing deep into his soul, and touching every single part of him. This act of violation did not trigger his anger but made him restless because he knew instinctively that what was happening to him was a result of the Essence he stole, it was all a trial to show his worthiness.

His anger at his weakness was only overshadowed by the fear of his father. What he had stolen from Rowan was just pure energy, this was the least he could take without triggering any suspicion and backlash. Yet just his energy was about to tear Vraegar's mind apart.