The Primordial Record

Chapter 632 Is That My Father?

Chapter 632 Is That My Father?

??Rowan sighed in satisfaction, as amazing as this sounds, the easy part was done, and now the hard part began.

He set on the course to designing the Forge, simulating countless redundancies and setbacks that might occur, developing his powers and fitting them into various strategies as they grew steadily stronger, everything leading to the moment where it all came together.

Rowan did not believe he was the smartest, but with enough preparation, paired with the resources available to him, and his powers that grew exponentially stronger as time slowly passed, he would not be betting against himself yet.

During the onset of the forging of his Destroyer, Rowan began releasing non-attributeless Primordial Aether, a large part of it was gathered from the Spirit Matrix Gate after he unlocked that power, and the remnants were taken from the Aeorkron Core.

Within the thick cover of that Primordial Aether, the shrunken body of Vraegar was released alongside the Aether, hidden in the turbulent clouds, unknown by even Eva, he only gave her the signal to make when she felt things were shifting dramatically out of control.

When Eva had called for the release of the beast, she did not know what was to come.

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PRESENT MOMENT.

Vraegar roared in surprise and fear as the last thing he remembered was being summoned by Rowan, and now he had awoken to a scene of Chaos and he was feeling as weak as a mortal's infant.

Sharp sounds and bright light intruded into his consciousness and sent harsh waves of pain down every single nerve endings in his body, and he groaned in discomfort.

Abruptly he felt a sharp pain in his spine as his father stomped on him and he was sent hurtling to the ground that was thousands of miles below.

The dragon cursed, "Where the fuck am I?"

As he fell his perception spread around and he could feel the wrongness of this place, it was as if he was falling through a block of metal but his perception was showing him that he was falling through the air. Vraegar drew in a long breath and his lungs combusted, and he roared in pain spitting out the ashes and pieces of his roasted lungs… the temperature inside the forge was approaching heights that were getting ridiculous.

The angered dragon spread his wings, roaring in pain as they were stretched abnormally wide due to the density of the air molecules in this place, but it was enough to arrest his momentum and he narrowly dodged being impaled by a large piece of a rod that was being sucked into the air alongside billions of other debris.

The entire environment was a scene of Chaos and he barely avoided getting grounded to pieces by various flying pieces of the shattering Forge that was being drawn to Rowan above, and on such a wide scale, it was nothing short of apocalyptic.

There was too much information streaming into his mind at this present moment, as Vraegar had not acclimated to the environment of the Forge, and he did not really have the chance to do so for what he was witnessing was mind-blowing.

When Rowan summoned Vraegar and kept the dragon inside his Reflection, he had only four Archangels and twenty thousand Angels, and they had been in a tiny corner of the universe sweeping up the last portions of the Cerulean gods, but now he was wrested forcefully awake and all he could see was havoc.

He brought his wings closer to his body and performed a quick roll, sliding like a serpent between tons of flying debris that was beginning to shoot by him much more quickly with every passing second.

There was a terrible humming sound behind him as if the heavens were collapsing and he could feel a pull from above that felt as if it was about to devour his soul. Only the force that Rowan applied on his back that pushed him away was what kept his mind steady, else he would have turned around and ascended with the debris shooting upwards.

It was as if all of reality was ending for as far as his perception could sweep through, this mysterious place that stretched as far as his perception could touch was collapsing and being sucked upwards as if there was a supermassive black hole behind him.

By the Light! The sounds that were emerging as a result of this collapse were threatening to drive him insane.

Far below him, a vast number of Angels with flaming wings held wide open chanted in an Arcane tongue that twisted reality, sending words filled with fire into the air, accompanying the shattering world. Their fiery words left patterns in the air that began to expand creating a web of fire that shot past him and was rising to the heavens.

The dragon's mind went blank as Reality reverberated as six continental-sized masses that were blacker than night and roaring in conquest began to arise below him.

Vraegar yelled in fright and began to beat his wings as fast as he could, but he was still clipped at the side by one of the rising continents, sending him spinning away for thousands of miles and nearly shattering the dragon to pieces, spreading his blood through the air until they fell like rain.

Before he fainted he dimly realized that the 'rising continents' he saw were the Ouroboros Serpents, each of which was twenty thousand miles long and larger than planets.

A terrible roar that nearly cracked his mind emerged from below and at the edge of unconsciousness, Vragar flipped his broken body around and beheld the sky…

He slammed into the ground with bone-crushing force and passed out, but his eyes had been scarred with the image of a light, so blinding and encompassing Vraegar knew he could spend the rest of eternity describing it, and still fall short.

It was a higher threshold of power beyond what Vraegar could conceive, and it stripped his mind of every notion of individuality, and if he had not fainted soon after, Vraegar would have happily thrown himself into that light, even if the price was death.

That light was held by a universe that was shaped like a man. The man made a grasping motion with his hand and all of reality sighed.

His last thoughts were, "Is that my father?"