The Primordial Record - Chapter 1102: Speak To The Heavens

Before the gathering had started, Rowan was already making his preparations, the battle had proven to him that building up his Ascendant foundation on the Blood Blessed was the right choice.

He stood up and took a step, arriving at the top of the statue of the Ouroboros Serpent where he sat down cross-legged on one of the heads, and Rowan idly noted that his presence was beginning to warp the body of the Ouroboros statue even without his intervention.

His dormant bloodline, detecting the purpose of this statue began to change it into the proper form of the Ouroboros Serpent, but after it transformed the shape to what Rowan deemed was safe which was about one percent of the true form of the serpent, Rowan enforced his will and stopped the transformation, else anyone who looked upon the statue, even those with his bloodline would face dire consequences, and the best outcome out of seeing the true form of his serpents was to become his mindless thrall, death was not even the worst option.

For now, he kept this transformation under wraps as he watched the Elder begin to make his speech, understanding and pains his children had gone through and being with them in this moment of victory.

It was almost time. Rowan closed his eyes and began to summon the third part of his consciousness.

The Elder waited for the roar to end, and that almost took three minutes, and when it was over he walked up to Storm Hammer and growled, “Any last words before your unworthy body is sacrificed in atonement for the suffering you have imposed on our bloodline.”

Storm Hammer slowly struggled back to her feet, her body resembling a broken shadow with faint trails of lightning surging within, “You pathetic fucks….” she whispered, before speaking louder, so loud that her voice reached the clouds, “Do you know what you have unleashed by your attempt in killing me? Do you all think you have seen pain? You think you have seen horror…hahaha, I am a child when it comes to the acts of wickedness, and you shall see wickedness. Do you think this ends with me, you pathetic cretins… oh, the pain and indignity your race would suffer, even in death I still shiver in pleasure because I shall hear your screams in the dark! Look upon me all of you, and know your despair has just begun, hahaha…”

Storm Hammer began to laugh and she never stopped, even when the Elder lifted her up with a large golden hand and brought her to the base of the Ouroboros Statue he spoke with a calm tone, but his words reached the ears of everyone,

“Storm Hammer, you laugh at our race for the years of humiliation and suffering you have all brought upon us, but you are of the storm, and surely you understand that the wind blows both ways. It’s our turn now, and your death is not a potent of our despair, it is of yours.”

Saying this he attempted to squeeze Storm Hammer to death but an unexpected suction force dragged the Ascendant from his hands, this drew loud sounds of exclamation from those watching, and then fear as the Elders alongside everyone began to step back, and many others fell on their knees, unable to move.

Storm Hammer looked around deliriously before she started to laugh, “Why are you all afraid, did you think I was the only Ascendant in existence, there are so many more waiting behind me, and their fury shall come down upon you all like an endless cataclysm…”

She paused when she saw everyone here begin to bow and prostrate, since they numbered in the hundreds of millions, the ground shook as their heads struck the earth.

“Have the hosts of ascendants arrive to cleanse this continent? It seems I will not die today, you all shall suffer the wrath of the Council and know…”

Storm Hammer was no fool, the people she was addressing all seemed afraid, not from her words but from another force that had arrived, and the only force these people should be afraid of was a large force of Ascendants, right? Who else had seized her from the jaws of death if not her faction?

Also, the force that was dragging her, did not seem too tight. She groaned and turned her head three sixty degrees and she was met with the sight of large golden scales zipping across her vision. Storm Hammer had seen the ten thousand-foot statues of the weird serpent creature in the center of the continent, but it had barely been ten thousand feet tall, made from a golden ore, but already she had passed more than a hundred thousand feet of golden scales and the end was nowhere in sight.

Suddenly the scales flexed and rippled, it was as if she was no longer looking at a statue but a massive creature. She cracked her head forward and peered up to the skies, and suddenly Storm Hammer went stiff as she knew the meaning of fear for the first time in her life.

Like every other Ascendant she had read about the events that happened nearly a million years ago, she knew about the entity that descended on this world and how this entire continent was made from its dead flesh, but according to the stories and all visible evidence, that creature was made from stone, what she saw here was not.

Six massive heads that glinted under the sunlight, they drew in breath, and sucked all the clouds into their nostrils for hundreds of miles, and their eyes, dear heavens their eyes, Storm Hammer had never seen such cruel apathy. Everything was meaningless before this creature… everything! Life, death, suffering, greed, joy, everything was to be devoured and made a part of itself… it was eternal darkness, the last spark remaining when all of creation goes to die… she was looking at the end of everything and Storm Hammer could only watch frozen, knowing that even if she had her full strength she would never be able to break away.

Then the serpents opened their mouths and they spoke to the heavens.