The Primordial Record

The World Stele could not stop the Undying, true to his name he endured far past what even a perfect eye of a Primordial could not. Despite his grievous injuries that while under the sealing power of the World Stele could not heal, he refused to stop moving, his Will was an unquenchable flame, and it did not matter the barriers that were placed in front of him, he would never stop moving forward.

Every part of his body was a weapon as he drilled through space, his Will and bloodline creating phantom flashes of green light that were both enrapturing and incredibly intense. He broke past barrier after barrier, pushing through a reality that had become entirely fully sealed, and in the perception of the World Stele, there was a faint sense of panic, everything of this being here was an affront to its will.

"You cannot stop me, for I am your end."

The green glow emanating from the body of the Undying was so bright he was almost like a star, yet it could not hide the grievous price that he was paying so that he could be able to move even a single inch in this reality where everything should stay still.

With a world that seemed to have become frozen and only the Undying could move through it, that insane chuckling sound emerged from Thenos once more, the struggles of the unborn titan had torn a large gash in his womb, and peering through it was a single feverish yellow eye with bright golden iris that were speckled with numerous dots of black substance that resembled ink.

The eye glowed bright, yet its light was diseased. It was wrong in a manner that was not easy enough to understand, it was as if the light from his eye was imitating light, but a flaw in the way Thenos perceived the world made what it thought to be light to become something else.

The emotion from Thenos was easily read, maybe because he was young, or he did not care to hide what was happening in his mind, but everything about him was cruel, and it was a cruelty that reveled in its nature.

Trying and failing repeatedly to hurt the Eye of Time had placed him in a destructive mood, and watching the broken body of Berrion hurtle down from the skies, trailing blood and gore across half the horizon, ignited a feverish passion inside Thenos, it wanted to hurt this new plaything that had drawn his attention.

Inside the mind of Thenos were the wails of quadrillions of souls being burned to their Soul’s Origin shattered, and as much as he loved the sound, he would prefer nothing but silence, and if he could not have silence, then the world outside should echo what he was experiencing inside, maybe only then would he have a measure of comfort, so that he could sort his mind.

His eye flashed and because at this precise moment, Rowan was looking closely at Thenos, and there was no longer any barrier by the womb blocking his sight, so he could glimpse the unique mechanism by which Thenos unleashed his powers. It was not unleashed with Aether, Essence, or any other form of energy that Rowan knew, it was almost like an innate trait of Thenos’s body and the only close instance that Rowan could find was his innate force field and telekinetic abilities that were not fueled by any energy stores in his body, but simply existed as part of him.

The moment before the eye of Thenos flashed, what took place was strange and gruesome, gone in a blink, but Rowan captured every process.

Tens of billions of hands all with wicked sharp claws burst out of Thenos’s Iris accompanied by a flood of black blood. These hands had a closed eye at the center of their palm, and those eyes also opened revealing various bloodcurdling and apocalyptic scenes. It was as if those eyes were doorways to countless realities, but all of those realities were terrifying.

In one scene was a grand festival where a tribe sat around massive bonfires and consumed the bodies of their enemies of war, beginning with their children, it was a cruel psychological method of warfare that displayed to the losing tribes that their future was being consumed in front of their eyes and then the females and finally the males were all eaten.

In another was a scene of a massive demonic presence cutting through millions of miles of a continent that had been at peace a moment before, all of this slaughter was done in less than an hour, and by the time the sun rose in the sky, the entire ocean surrounding that continent had turned red.

A plague of flesh-eating parasites ravaging entire worlds…

Shapeshifting creatures of darkness slowly butchered every single being in a world across the span of many millennia, driving the population mad with suspicion and hysteria.

These were among the most typical of horrors that could be seen in these eyes, and many were much worse, Rowan’s senses encapsulated all of them, realizing that what he was looking at was the scenes of every life that had transpired inside of Doom Star across the many minor Eras that the World Stele had used to cleanse Thenos of his taint.

Even in death, the souls of the damned had always been returning to Thenos, and their despair and madness had infected his already sick body, warping his mind far past its already twisted state, and with his memories and soul growing once more inside of him after being freed from the Great Desert, that infection seeing new grounds had spread through all of him.

However, Rowan discovered that every time the eyes of Thenos flashed, what he was doing was essentially purging his body of the influence of those damned souls, alongside his weird aura that was used to banish all energy inside the bodies of those that were touched.

This titan was not simple, and he was instinctively fighting back against the corruption, which was frankly… shocking. With everything that Thenos had become, Rowan found it alarming that he still had great measures of intelligence or at least, caution.

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The target Thenos went after was the Undying, and as he was struggling to push through the barriers of the World Stele, Berrion detected the waves of malice driving towards him, and he attempted to avoid it, breaking out with so much power and potential that he lost his left arm due to it exploding into pieces under the heavy strain of power that Berrion was forced to circulate through his body.

However, the technique that Thenos unleashed had an uncanny ability to drive after its target, and the Undying could no more avoid it than a mortal could avoid the light of the sun touching their skin under an open field.

With a dull whooshing sound the Undying was covered under a miasmic black cloud filled with the wails of a trillion tortured souls and his progress slammed to a halt as every energy in his body vanished. No, not vanished, taken!

Rowan was closely watching all the interchanges happening, and so he was able to see that the energy stolen from the Undying was funneled into the eye of Thenos, where those hands eagerly consumed it before sinking back into the eye, and all of this happened so quickly that for most observers, all they would ever see was the eye of Thenos simply flashing and the powers of his target were lost.

There was a sound of chewing from Thenos and the weird giggling sound became louder.

The charge of the Undying without his energy backing him up, was stopped and he hung his head in defeat, he was still millions of miles from the ground and if he had not been blocked he would have crossed this space in less than a second, but time could not be reversed and his mistakes had cost him everything. Then something occurred to Berrion, he had watched the battle between Rowan and the powers inside Doom Star and he had seen him reverse time, perhaps…

It was clear that he was not the only one who was aware that although everything was going against the plans of Rowan, with his Time Bloodline, could he not simply reverse all that had transpired?

As if in response to that thought, Rowan’s eyes began to flash, a faint glimmer of light that had a vague shape of an hourglass appearing in the depths of his eyes.

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