The Primordial Record

Chapter 1256: Birth Of Cherubims



The formation drawn by the Powers rumbled, as an enormous suction force emerged from it, pulling the massive red suns above down into the formation.

Each of these suns was close to eight hundred thousand miles in circumference and they burned with a harsh red light that exuded the pure strength that Powers were known for.

Drawn into the formation, the red suns began to collapse, their tremendous energy being used to feed the formation, and with a loud whoosh, the formation came alit, and as if it was a massive furnace, the 9,072 Powers standing in its nodes began to break down.

Their bodies were more similar to metal than flesh slowly melting, and although this process was incredibly painful, no Power here shirked from it, they were unaware of the mental pains ongoing in Rowan's heart about their passing, but they all understood that they were all part of something bigger than them.

Traveling through the nothingness, the Powers had made great contributions to the Creator. With a legion of Angels under their command, they had struck far and wide, gathering resources and clearing out every danger that would have befallen Rowan.

The greatest reason that Rowan could build an incredible Source-level treasure like the Tower of Greed and this new treasure he would soon be completing was because of their efforts. With the boundlessness of the Great Darkness, it took the speeds of the Angelic hosts bound by the strength of a Power to attain anything from the Nothingness, although filled with endless treasures, the Nothingness was a death zone to most creatures, and conquering the vast gulf of emptiness across its entire length was the first greatest challenge.

They had performed their task beyond flying colors, and the near extermination of close to a percent of every extra-dimensional creature in the nothingness in the hundreds of millions of years that Rowan had roamed it could only tell a brief tale on the unmatched fury of the battle that had taken place.

Despite the fact that Rowan had made sure not to leave traces of himself behind, everything and everyone on the nothingness knew that an unfathomable power now roamed outside of time, and the fear of it had become embedded in their hearts, it was the Powers that made all of this possible.

Rowan watched the Powers collapse into a mass of glowing metallic liquid that began to flow along the lines of the formation, and although the formation was interconnected, it was vaguely separated into nine distinct formations which should be expected because the 9,072 Powers here was enough for creating nine Cherubims.

It did not take long for the bodies of the Powers to completely integrate with the formation, coupled with the red flames from their suns, which was the heart of every Angel, the formation glowed like a universe made from red stars, and then there was an heartbeat, "Boom!"

So loud was it that it escaped from his dimension and reached the outside realms,

"Boom!"

The sprite who had been watching the flow of Soul Origin Orbs in rapt attention, shrieked with fear, covering her ears with her hands and looking around in panic before zipping into Rowan's hair and hiding herself, and this was how she could barely escape the sound that seemed to be emerging from everywhere,

"Boom!"

The sprite screamed, "Ancient One, is reality ending?"

Rowan almost choked and then he laughed aloud, "Not for you little one, but for those that would be coming, reality ends for them."

The formation inside him was glowing increasingly brighter as the sound of the heartbeat was becoming faster, heralding a dreadful power being born again into reality,

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The light from the formation was now so bright it was almost white and then the glow suddenly disappeared, but Rowan knew that it had not, instead what happened was that the light that represented the heart of the Powers was gone, and a new light had taken their place, and this time, the light was no longer red, it was black.

Whispers that seemed to emerge from the deepest corner of the abyss began to arise from the formation,

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These whispers were ones that Rowan recognized belonged to the being who spoke whenever he reached a deeper level in the unlocking of the celestial powers he had gained. It was the same voice that called Eva, the True Daughter of Old Light, and he believed that this voice should belong to a fallen creator of the Celestial.

Nine massive black suns began to rise from the formation, and Rowan became frozen in place, he could not help it.

Enraptured by the rising black sun, Rowan was held in place, unable to move, not even to blink his eyes, and the darkness from the nine black suns spread to all corners of his dimension in an instant before it exploded out of him in a blinding wave.

The darkness swept past the decaying dimension and froze it in place, and it continued to spread for an uncountable number of miles, and in the corner of Rowan's mind, he was thankful that he had the foresight to make the ascension of his Angels happen outside of reality because there was no way he would have hidden this commotion, due to the fact that his dimension was still too weak to contain the light of a Cherubim.

From a distance, the darkness that erupted from Rowan's body took the form of a massive sphere, and if he were to fit universes inside this sphere then even a billion universes would only occupy half of it.

It was a good thing that Rowan had gone to an especially desolate part of the nothingness, else he would have panicked a great portion of the extra-dimensional beings that made this place that was outside of time and space their home.

The darkness pulsed and began to contract until it flooded back into Rowan's body like a sea of smoke, and then they were there, the Cherubims and their form took the shape of nine massive great swords, with a thousand eyes that ran from their hilt down to the tip of the blade.

When the Cherubim appeared, the sharpness that they exuded tore his dimension apart, and the body of Rowan was segmented into nine portions as nine fine lines ran through his entire body from his head to his toes, but with a burst of will, he kept his dimension together. It was the price that he would need to pay to keep not just one Cherubim, but nine of them inside his dimensional flesh that still remained at the third dimensional level.

With a harsh clanking of metal, the seven great swords began to split apart, rearranging themselves into weird patterns and then when the process was completed, nine massive humanoid figures that were so black it was nearly impossible to see them stood before the

golden flame that represented his being.

Behind them were great wings of metal that resembled a billion swords fused, and in perfect

synchronicity, they knelt before their creator.

"The Cherubims are born to serve... father."