The Primordial Record

Chapter 896 Might of Lost

When the Lost Flames reached the peak of Tier 5 which was the Transcendental Grade, it could no longer attain the next step of his evolution which was to be the Immortal Grade (Tier 6) where he should be able to call on his Tribulation and become a full Immortal Aspect.

At first, Rowan had found it odd, but he recalled the message the Primordial Record had shown him of the Lost Flames when he activated this Omnipotent Aspect.

The Lost Flame: Before Time and Space was born, Asteraoth claimed Light from the First Flame and he left the burning flame to be without light for countless eternities.

Asteraoth became Light.

In the twilight of the Primordial Era, Endirius stole what was hidden deep in the bowels of the Primordial, and claimed the Flames itself.

Endirius became a Ruler of Fire.

Yet Endirius saw something more in the Flames, a hidden spark that was once thought to be lost, ignored even by the Primordial, but Endirius saw promise and great power in this spark.

To hide this great discovery Endirius Separated this spark into six forms. You now control the first of that form.

Take heed, Endirius gaze searches for you.

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From this hint given by the Primordial Record, Rowan knew that the Lost Flames were not complete, Endirius the Supreme Magus had separated these flames and without the rest of them, Lost would be stuck at Tier 5 forever, remaining a child.

Rowan had no problem with this, not everything around him should be geared towards the pursuit of power. The Lost Flames brought light and laughter and healing wherever he went, and Rowan would not push him beyond his limits.

He was surprised that the Lost Flames had begun to learn how to manage his abilities in new ways while learning from the Sages. His two abilities Divergence and Convergence were extremely versatile abilities and even though Lost was not entirely focused on exploring the depths of his abilities, he had been able to learn some truly powerful applications of his flames.

Shattering the strings of beads around his neck, Lost held the forty heavy beads in front of him, and then he spread his arms apart, dispersing all the beads so they would touch all corners of the incoming slash attack, and when the beads impacted against it, Lost applied Divergence and he exploded the beads.

The slash that resembled a black scar across reality turned white as the Lost Flames surrounded it, and Lost thrust both his hands forward and yelled with all the strength in his small body as he applied Convergence to his flames.

The Lost Flames could feed on every sort of energy using Convergence and then store that energy inside of him but stuck at the Transcendental grade, he had a limit to the amount of energy he could store, and the technique he learned from the Sages was the ability to slice of the energy inside of him when it was full into the large beads he hung around his neck.

The beads were produced by the Sages using a hollow essence, as it was the inky material that could store his flames for an extended period of time when maintained by Lost.

The second part of his ability Divergence, released all the stored power, and depending on its application it could be used to destroy or to heal.

After four thousand years, Lost had created forty of these beads, just enough for him to wrap the Lost flames across the entire slash that stretched for more than a million miles in length.

Convergence pulled energy from anything and imbued it inside the body of Lost, and that was what he did against the Third Prince's attack, Lost pulled and took the energies of the attack inside himself.

It was too much.

Whatever method the Third Prince had used to hold multiple Wills inside his body, it meant he could not easily unleash it, but when he did, the destructive potential was ridiculous, even releasing this attack had killed a God Emperor that was close to him at the point of release, and that was a holder of Will!

The divide between Will and Intent was such a massive gulf that could not be easily described, even Telmus, a man who could be referred to as the master of Intent, could not survive a minor slash from a Will-infused weapon, and the Third Prince had combined multiple Wills in an impossible blend.

Of the four slashes, Eva had been able to destroy one and it was unknown if she had survived the impact, his Angels, of which two Powers, 3,088 Sovereigns, and tens of millions of Archangels, all placed together had been able to destroy two of the slashes, and it came with disastrous consequences, an unknown number of Angels had perished.

Lost chose to accept the last attack on his lonesome, and on this battlefield, technically, this child was the weakest here, but like his creator, he was stubborn.

The energy that Convergence drew from the slash in a fraction of a moment was a thousand times greater than all the energy Lost had stored inside his forty beads.

He screamed as he tried to channel Divergence, to push the energy out of his body, but it was so difficult, almost impossible.

Time had slowed down in his perception and with every fraction of a moment that went by he attempted to push the energy away from his body, but it was too much for him, the pain and the pressure were enough to make him explode to nothingness, and he wanted to give up and cry but he remembered the pain Rowan had felt, and all his friends that he had made for the last four thousand years perishing in the claws of the enemies, and Lost, well lost it.

His eyes had been closed tight and he opened them, they were cracked like shattered glass and oily white flames fell from them as if he was crying blood.

Perhaps it was the impossible amount of energy ravaging his body, but Lost Perception further slowed and also broadened, and for the first time he could see the true scale of the battle.

He saw Rowan tearing reality in two, he saw the entire universe bending to his Will and he saw his enemy streaking toward Rowan with murder in his eyes.

Lost looked at his creator with awe in his eyes, he saw as his father held reality apart with his two hands and the desire to be like him blossomed in his heart and he knew what he had to do.

Lost called on everything he had inside him and closed his left hand, in that single instant all the load of Convergence was borne by his right hand, and his body began to shake to pieces, beginning from his fingertips, but he had enough time.

He shifted his left hand, imitating Rowan but he could not stretch it apart wide enough, but it was angled directly at the incoming Third Prince, and Lost shot a thick pillar of white flame that slammed against the Third Prince, it halted a few inches away from his body unable to touch him, but the pressure from the flames slowed him down.

Lost screamed aloud and opened himself up to Convergence, enveloping the entire slash of the Third Prince and in a single instant drew everything inside of him, not holding it for a single moment but channeling it to his left hand.

Lost entire right hand disappeared, and his chest cracked open, down to his left hand, following the trail of energy that was passing through his body.

The pillar of flames that surrounded the Third Prince multiplied a hundred times over, and the entire dimension was painted white with the glow from the flames of Lost.

The Third Prince pushed through the flames that were slowly burning through his barrier, and as the brightness of the flames increased to an impossible luminosity and heat, a tiny spark of the Lost flames touched the Aura of the Third Prince and Lost grinned.

With his childish voice, he screamed, "Witness the power of the First Flame in Creation."

Lost applied Convergence through the spark the instant it touched the Third Prince and his body slammed to a halt, as the impossible happened.

The Lost Flames began to consume the energy of the Third Prince.

The two Powers who had collapsed turned their gaze to the confrontation above as they fell silent, this silence rippled across the entire dimension, as a Transcendental State being, someone that was barely at the Earth god level, held back an abomination that could shatter a universe. "What madness is this?" Minerva growled, her massive spider body retreating further into the darkness.

Eva at the bottom of the dimension, feebly opened her single eye and she gasped, "Foolish child, what are you doing?"

In her ears, she heard a soft voice that she strained to listen to, "Protecting all of you from the bad man."

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