The Primordial Record

Eve's heart—shaped face and large eyes were apparent even though she resembled a black mannequin, bowing to him, she drifted and stayed by his side, and then she sat daintily on his shoulders, and she folded both hands on her stomach.

Rowan's current size was distracting, and he pushed his worries aside, he had an idea how to go about managing his size, but that would have to wait for the time.

Rowan entered his Mental Space and his Palace of Ice had grown, if it was the size of a two-story building before, now it was five. There were now more decorations on the walls of his palace that showed his journey.

He saw himself as a small child awakening in a room full of bodies, he saw himself killing his first demon, fighting the abominations, falling into the world of Jarkarr, all his stories were being drawn out in the walls of his Palace and his perception swept through all of them.

As he entered into the palace, his throne had clearly changed, as it was more decorative, and it had been raised a single level by a platform of floating rune with prismatic colors that Rowan immediately knew was his Legendary Ability, and most interesting enough he recognizes the shape of the Rune, it was the same as the written words on his Primordial Record, only it surprisingly more complex.

It was one rune, but its form was chaotic, and as his perception touched it, he understood what it was.

This Rune was a single word that had no meaning assigned to it, and he only had to name a single word, and he would achieve total dominion over the word signified.

His mind shook as he expected a ridiculous ability from his most powerful bloodline, but this exceeded all his expectations. A power like this should have serious constraints. Even though he understood from the knowledge in his bloodline that he would only own a single word each time he ascended a circle, he was satisfied.

Even as he pondered the words he was going to choose, he opened his Primordial Record to check his new status, he did not see any difference in his Attributes, as his second bloodline did not affect his physical attributes, and every spiritual gain was reflected in his Palace of Ice, the Current Size of his Palace must be due to all the Spirit he had been sacrificing to it.

His Current physical Attributes were expected, but nevertheless, it was still shocking, at the peak of the Rift State, he doubted he had any more competition in the second circle.

PᖇᎥᗰᗝᖇᗪᎥᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᑕᗝᖇᗪ

Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 11/330,000

Strength : 20,492

Agility : 17,708

Constitution : 21,527

Class: None

Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood, Reality Butcher, Creator.

Berserker (Tier 2)

Skills:

Enrage (Level 6 — Earth State)

Vortex (Level 3 — Earth State

Bash (Level 4 — Earth State)

Dash (Level 5 — Earth State)

Smash (Level 6 — Earth State)

Combo Attack (Level 8 — Earth State)

Bloodline Skill : Eruption (7%)

Passive : Decipher language (complete)

Records:

SIX 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗦 [CHAOS BLOOD]- level 3 Completed [30,000]

AVATAR OF EVE: Level 1(0/40,000)

Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine [6/6]

Chaos World Engine [Minor— Completed]

Legendary Skill :Word of Enoch [Blank].

Rift Rule: Absolute Body.

Incarnation Path Unlocked

Path: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]

Path Skill Gained :

World Soul Manipulation [Locked]

World Recreation [Locked]

World Merging [Locked]

Bloodline Legendary Skill Gained:

Word of Enoch [Blank].

Soul Point : 535,449.6785

He had become accustomed to understanding and controlling his quick burst of power increases. With his stats laid out in front of him, he easily quantified his current powers.

There was only one discrepancy, which was the Avatar of Eve Bloodline Ability given: Word of Enoch [Blank].

Rowan wondered why this bloodline had so many names attached to their abilities, and he also wondered if the words spoken by that voice he heard was the reason he could gain access to this ability. If it was, he would have to begin reconsidering what he considered the height of power.

If there was someone out there that could control the entire language of Enoch, that would be a scary thought. How insane was it, that speaking this language would lead to total control of all that was spoken?

Of course, he was only limited to one word at this time, and he had to make it count. There was no way he would waste something such as this by naming a word like fire or ice or lightning.

Perhaps if he was a normal Dominator the possibility of controlling flames or frost or lightning with a word would be beyond thrilling to him, but such powers were too weak to arouse any interest from him.

If he was going to select his first Word of Enoch, it must be a word that could challenge the peak of creation itself. Anything less was an insult to his eminence.

He would be choosing concepts instead of their representatives, for example, he would rather choose the word Temperature, which technically should grant him the ability to both heat and freeze and many subtle manipulations of heat and cold.

Would the Word of Enoch be able to grant him powers over concepts?

His first thought was Life. That was also a powerful concept.

What if the first word he chose was life, could that mean he would control all aspects of life? He would be able to heal and take life with a single word? It sounded too good to be true, but what if it was possible?

The uses for such an ability would be endless, it would be difficult for him to die if he wanted. What about Reality? That was a word, he could control reality itself at his whim. What about Soul? Or power? Or Death? Time?

So much he could choose. So many powerful concepts, that for a moment, he was struck with indecision, as his many consciousness began to argue about the correct words to pick.