The Primordial Record

Chapter 939 Mantle Of Prime

If Rowan was here he would be shaken, the first person who had just spoken was someone he recognized and was one of the reasons he had headed towards the land of miracles in the first place. His mother, Elura. Since learning of the famed power behind her and the many subtle manipulations she had made behind the scenes to ensure his survival, he craved answers. Surely if there was to ever be a place that could be considered sacred, it must be beside his mother. But he knew that reality could impose harsh lessons on the ignorant and the meek, one thing Rowan vowed not to be.

Elura's present appearance was similar to her previous self when Rowan met her, and he would recognize her with a single glance, but she had changed in certain subtle and dramatic ways. If the aura from her was previously like a fading smoke, now it was a bright moon. Her long green hair that reached her feet was filled with vitality, and hundreds of green stars rotated around her head like a crown.

Inside those green stars floating around her head were tiny sitting figures, and if one's perception were to scrutinize those figures closely, they would discover that all of them were clones of Elura.

Some of the clones appeared faded, some were asleep, some were awake with watchful eyes, and some were dead. It was only when you came this close that you could feel the true scale of Elura's power, amazingly, she was a Will Holder with powers that were far greater than the Fourth Dimension, but she had wrapped that power so closely around herself it would be difficult to detect it at all.

"Drinking? Yes, but when I was his age, I appreciated treasures more and was more shrewd with my resources. Do you realize how wasteful your son has turned out to be? How much of your resources did you pour into his emergence."

The man she called father was a lesson in contradiction, standing almost ten feet tall with white hair and a beard that reached his waist, his face was lined with the signs of great age, and his eyes that were entirely white seemed like those of an old man that had gone blind, but his body would even put those of Rowan to shame, it was incredibly muscular, his muscles brimming with vitality, and even under his threadbare robes, it was still noticeable.

The Eldar were a race that had a close resemblance to the Elves in Rowan's memories, but there was nothing Elfin about this man, he was more of a Demon than an Eldar.

"You have my report father, I took a gamble with one of my shades and it paid off spectacularly."

"Your carefully edited report… You still hide yourself, even from your own father, and your secretive nature has been impacted onto the boy. Look at him! He dithers and makes concessions like a Devil."

"He makes the best decision with the resources he has. I see nothing wrong with his actions, or do you want him to brashly reveal himself to all, and be cut down by our enemies as they know our Sanctified bloodline has finally gained an heir?"

"I would rather he be cut down, perhaps dying would build up his spine, I can easily fish his soul from the sisters, no matter how weird the Aura emerging from his soul is appearing to me."

"You know he can be rescued from death, but your grandson does not know this, and you look down on your enemies too much father, I doubt they would leave a remnant for you to resurrect."

The old man sniffed in anger and looked away, focusing his gaze on Rowan, he did not dog into his body, only casually sweeping his perception around him, with his level of power, a direct gaze from him should tear Rowan's mind and soul to pieces and shatter his mortal body to nothingness, even bringing him back from the dead would leave a permanent scar.

He might be saying harsh words, but in the depths of his heart, there was a bit of happiness, but he would never allow Elura to know this.

"So, this is my grandson, hmph, I thought he would be taller, and why is he moving through the world so softly? Elura, I will blame you for this debacle, he has the might of a Titan, yet he walks like a damn mouse. Why does he slowly negotiate his footpath when he can seize it?"

Elura frowned, her impatience beginning to grow, this was not the reaction she had expected when she sensed Rowan touch the shores of the land of the Eldar, her father could be stubborn, a side-effect of his bloodline and the fact that he was a direct descent of the Prime, but still, he could be truly annoying to talk to,

"Have you gone blind old man, can you sense his bloodlines?! He has not one, but three 9th-rank bloodlines, and he is still a mortal, even the lost Bloodline of Desire has been resurrected in his veins. Any single one of these is enough reason for him to be crowned a Scion, can you imagine the changes he could bring when he is finally among his peers, he would be unstoppable."

The old man roared, "It is precisely because of this reason that I'm so angry. What fucked up situation did you place him, that a child of such promise, whose arrogance should reach the heavens has begun skulking like a mouse? How am I sure he would pursue the limits of power and not languish in eternal contentment after he becomes immortal? You promised to create a warrior beyond compare, I see potential, but his attitude is lackluster, he should have long reached the 7th or 8th Supreme circle at this time. He is a fucking million years old mortal with the potential of multiple 9th-rank bloodlines! You have created a failure Elura"

He slowly turned towards her, "I will be investigating his spirit towards the paths of power in the future, but what I see gives me nothing to celebrate over Elura. He is too gentle, even as a mortal, with such powerful bloodlines he would have faced little challenges reaching here, I fear he has grown too soft and fearful of higher realms, but no more, I shall break his spirit and show him that power is everything."

Elura seemed to be stunned for a long period of time and she unexpectedly burst into laughter, "I wanted to show you the situation surrounding his conception, but this is good. I believe actions would speak louder than words. You have looked down on my son and doubted his Light and for that, you will have to pay. If he breaks your silly test then I want you to give him the Mantle of Prime."

The old man paused and then it was his turn to laugh, "hahaha… silly girl, hahaha, the Mantle of Prime?! Even I am not capable of wielding such power and responsibility, and you would grant it unto this child? Hahaha, what do you think he is? A primordial in disguise."

Elura was silent, her eyes were serious, "I will reveal the secrets of my shades to you Father if you accept this bargain… All my shades."

The old man slowly went quiet and he frowned, he glanced again at Rowan and saw how he sat with an easy grace, a smile decorating his beautiful face, and the Aura of peacefulness and serenity surrounding him and he gritted his teeth in anger. "Fine… I have always wanted to know your secrets daughter, you have a deal. If you want to break the soul of your son, who am I to stop you."

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