The Primordial Record-Chapter 982 Revelations

Rowan had seen many macabre sights in his lifetime, and he had been the author of countless many, reality was grim and terrifying, and for those that had the power to look into its dark depths, nothing lay within but madness.

It was this madness that one would have to conquer in order to become stronger, and for someone like Rowan whose strength was beyond abnormal, he would have to face the sort of madness that was unimaginable to most.

He had seen so much, maybe even too much, but he understood that in a way his journey into madness had just begun, and everything he had witnessed was just to prepare him for what was to come.

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Yet there was something unsettling about Elura plunging a long needle into her head. What made it particularly disturbing was that the needle seemed to continuously extend no matter how much she pushed into her head there was always more length of needle remaining in her hands.

These actions seemed simple, yet when placed against the settings they found themselves—The glade of amazing flowers, the setting sun painting the world in a vivid color… then the beautiful woman plunging a needle into her forehead while looking him in the eyes seemed so bizarre.

Her face showed no expression of pain, and she kept plunging the needle into her head, but before long an inflection point seemed to have been reached and her face became twisted with pain, but she did not stop pushing the needle into her head,

"Romion, your bloodline is the Tree of Desire, which is unexpected, but welcomed, this bloodline had not been seen in the Land of Miracles for many Eras. It stands as one of the five Pillars of the Primordial of Miracle's bloodline, your mother's bloodline holds another Pillar, and so does your grandfather's. For the first time since the beginning of creation, a single family holds three of the five Pillars in the Land of Miracles. This alone would cause a great commotion in the Land of Miracles when you are revealed to all, and yet this is just the tip of the iceberg for who you are my son."

Elura grimaced as if the pain she was feeling had multiplied, and Rowan noticed something peculiar while she was speaking, it was that the tone of her voice was subtly changing, and his senses were sharp enough to catch it and this hint gave him a possible direction of what Elura intended, but he could not be sure until she revealed more of her intentions.

It was impossible to hide the inherent majesty inside Elura and her voice was one of the representations of that majesty. Due to Rowan's unique nature, he was able to shrug off the many effects that came from standing beside the presence of extremely powerful beings like Old Man Seed and Elura, but that did not mean he was not aware of them, he just mostly ignored them.

The inherent majesty inside the tone and voice of Elura was beginning to shift, descending lower into something less graceful and compelling, like a goddess transforming into a mortal woman, and before Rowan's gaze, the flesh of Elura peeled away like the layer of an onion, revealing another Elura underneath.

The sense of bizarreness that Rowan was feeling increased, but his gaze never left the figure before him.

The features of this new Elura that was revealed were equal to the flesh that had just peeled away but there were subtle differences that he noted. This difference was mostly from the Aura, which was now fractionally weaker, and his suspicion increased.

Elura did not stop her actions, pushing more of the endless needle into her forehead, and her body continued to peel away, layer after layer falling to the side before transforming into flowers. However with every layer that fell off, Elura's size did not diminish, as if what she was shedding had no mass, but Rowan could feel the sheer weight behind every layer of flesh that was peeled away from Elura's body. fгeewebnovёl.com

Whatever ritual she was performing was not something that could be done easily. Just the grimace of pain from her was revealing enough.

The small glade of flowers that they hovered above soon turned to a sea of flowers that continued stretching into the horizon, if this trend continued it would not take long before this entire world contained nothing but flowers, as more of her layers were peeled away.

When she spoke again, her voice was still deeply magnetic, but it was missing many of her grand attributes and her face was subtly different, as if he was not looking at her but a Reflection of her—something was missing.

"Have you begun to infer what my bloodline is, Romion? I will not blame you if you fail to guess it, there have been… moments in my life when I even forget the power I wield. Power has its price, and we are the pillars of miracle, our power is costly."

Another strange transformation began to appear around Elura, her clothes which were mostly green began to change in color, slowly fading to orange and then brightening to red until their shade reached a bright red with a hint of black and gold around the edges and at that moment Elura paused, her hand holding the last few inches of the needle that seemed to have reached its end.

"What I am about to do is something that I have never imagined I would be doing for anyone else, but you are my son Romion and you deserve the truth."

In her eyes were confusion, and then resolve, "I can bind others to my service using various tricks and contrivances, bind them with power or deception, and I could do the same for you, with your character it would not be easy, but it can be done, I have done the same for those with far more experience, but my instinct after all this time is rarely wrong and I fear if I follow this path I would be making a mistake that I would never be able to correct."

She paused, her eyes were no longer fixed on Rowan but were vibrating rapidly from side to side as if she was fighting an incredibly powerful urge. Elura must be going against the very essence of who she was, but her voice did not waver and she continued speaking even as her body seemed to be going through waves of small contractions and convulsions. Her flesh itself, fighting against her Will,

"We have so much time together and so little. It is difficult to put many things into words sometimes, and only with action can it be shown. I apologize for my ungainly appearance Romion, habits can be chains stronger than we give them credence. I know what you want Rowan, but I cannot give them to you… not in the way you would like, but there is something left inside me, and it will be yours, for a time, and after it is all over…. I shall be waiting for you when you become immortal. This is the best I can do. This is my sacrifice to you, my son. Look upon it, and call me your mother once more, the road ahead is long and perilous, and I would rather walk on it with my son, than with an enemy in the guise of my flesh."