The Primordial Record

Chapter 1253: Yet, Here I Am



The mound of Soul Origin orbs kept growing near his feet, rapidly surpassing a hundred million, and this was just the start. Rowan had covered the intensive emanations that should be pouring out from these orbs at this time because he wanted to create more of an impact, and for that, he needed more Soul Origin Orbs.

Rowan's senses although dull were still terrifyingly sharp, his ear twitched and he sighed, he knew that after he removed the Tower of Greed from this dimension, this annoying creature might find him, after all this time, he was still a bit puzzled how she was able to keep up with him when he was not only traveling through space, but time as well, perhaps he should test her talents,n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"So is this your final destination, Ancient one? Why am I not surprised, you always pick the best places to visit."

The childish voice of a girl spoke beside him and Rowan did not have to look to notice that a tiny sprite had appeared by his head, relative to his size she was smaller than dust, yet her presence and energy made her feel like she was a blooming star. Her body was vibrating, her big eyes darting everywhere as she was taking everything in like a sponge.

If a flower merged with a bumblebee was to ever be given life then it would take the shape of this sprite. Surely there had never been anyone in existence that was so... exuberant, her energy putting those of Lost to shame.

A three-foot girlish figure packed with endless energy, its yellow and green robes that seemed to be weaved from starlight and grass flared behind her as the winds that blew around them due to the vanishing dimension were whistling past.

On her back were multiple pairs of wings that suspiciously resembled those of angels, but Rowan did not know why he never wanted to investigate the origin of those wings, but that would be a lie, wouldn't it? What was the truth that he was running away from?

As if taking his mind off this matter, he looked at the waving dress that after all this time was still brimming with energy. Rowan recognized this dress, for he had made it for her, an act of kindness that was coming to haunt him.

He had come across this sprite in the nothingness, she had been imprisoned for an unknown amount of years by a race of spider-like creatures who had been exploiting her gift and treating her as a food source because of her immense vitality that could allow her to heal from nearly any injury.

Rowan at first did not want to make a move, reality was filled with countless tales like this one. The plight of the weak was nothing new, but then something drew him back, perhaps it was because she reminded him of Maeve his maid when he was a child and a similar sprite had followed him around, or maybe it was because, in all this time, the little sprite had not hated her captors. Her eyes, after all these years, still held a strength that was unbelievable.

The nothingness was not empty. Filled with alien life that had been rejected from reality, it was a space filled with chaos and slaughter, and the race that had taken control of the sprite was not really a strong one, since they had a rapid reproductive rate, it was hard to feed their young. Fate had given them a means of survival because of their quick reproduction, but with the exploitation of this sprite, they broke past this limitation as food was no longer a concern.

This sprite had suffered harshly under their hands, but because of the fact that she saw that her presence led to fewer infants of the race dying, she accepted her fate with grace and did not struggle despite the hellish fate she was placed in for an uncountable number of years.

The truth was that at first, she was the one who offered the last dying members of this race her flesh to survive not long after she was born, but when they noticed her healing powers, she was captured and her fate became one that was filled with pain.

By the time Rowan came across this race, they were arrogant, their number in the multiple trillions, they had begun to subjugate anyone who neared their massive hive that was bigger than galaxies, and all of this was built on the backs of a tiny sprite.

Their unwise decision to rob and kill Rowan would have been forgiven after he killed the few who had surrounded him, but when he saw the fate of that sprite, something inside him snapped, and picking one of the limbs of the great spider-like creatures, he descended into their hive and in a mindless state that he maintained for centuries, he killed them all using nothing but that limb that he wielded like a blade.

The screams of these creatures echoed for endless miles, and their yellow blood flowed like an ocean, and no matter how hard they fought, or how much they pleaded for their lives, the blade from Rowan this not stop falling.

When he was done with the extermination of the race, the limb he had used to kill them all had transformed into a unique killing treasure and he simply plunged it into the heart of the dead hive and left it there, the imprint of his hand still on it.

Who knows across the endlessness of the nothingness, who might come across this dead hive, and the terrible weapon in its center?

He stood before the shivering sprite, and in her big green eyes, he saw the child he once was. Plucking one leaf from his Tree of Desire, he weaved a robe to cover her nakedness and protect her from the chill of death that had filled this place. He did not say anything to her, because the truth was that he exterminated the entire race just because their tyranny reminded him of what he had suffered for millions of years, and seeing it magnified here countless times greatly irritated him.

He told himself he did not exterminate an entire race because it made the sprite for the first time in an endless lifetime of pain, smile, and that smile was in happiness for being able to experience a life without pain.

No, not for that. When did he become this sentimental?

It was at this moment that the soul flame knew that even though it had not existed yet, Rowan was being affected by its existence nonetheless. What he was feeling was true compassion, but he could not find the source and so confused, he ran from it, literally.

As he traveled, Rowan detected a presence following him from afar, and he ignored it, knowing that the nothingness was endless, and in time, this little sprite would find her own path to follow, and with his speed, it would not take long to leave her behind.

This presence followed him for a long time, and slowly it began getting closer to Rowan, perhaps he should have done something to dissuade her from following him, maybe even saying a word would have been enough to make this skittish sprite that existence had been nothing but pain for most of her existence, flee from contacting anyone ever again, even her savior, but Rowan's silence was what she needed, it was his unending strength as he tore through the nothingness, not making a single detour in his path that gave her the foundation to heal.

Perhaps Rowan knew this, and so he remained silent, he did not wish to be followed, but if his silence made her heal, then it should be okay.

Following him for tens of thousands of years and even Rowan had forgotten that she was behind him, and then after a hard battle against a mind-flaying horror that took an extremely long time to kill, Rowan discovered this sprite nestled in his hair, asleep, and he wanted to flick her away in annoyance but then he realized that from the moment of her birth, this was the first time she was sleeping.

"This is not a place for you, little one," Rowan spoke to the sprite when she woke up, and coincidentally, this was the same thing he said to her after she found him here, in the future, about to lure the Primordial Keepers to battle, and she must have remembered those words because she smiled and said,

"Yet, here I am. Can't seem to get rid of me."