Chapter 928 Curse Of The Eye


    Rowan groaned and closed his eyes, he could use a stronger Ward, but those left signs behind and it would do nothing but draw more attention in the long run. He decided that anyone stubborn enough to investigate a Ward ced in a dangerous location like the Frozen Waste partially deserved what wasing to them.


    Trying to settle back into his thought process, he knew there should be other Primordial factions, like the power in charge of the Exchange Space where Labyrinth coins were used, and…


    "Greetings, my name is Jeren, and I am the leader of these bands of gods who are here to seek fortunes in greaternds beyond…"


    "If you treasure your souls, don''t speak one more word. Leave this ce, and do not look back," Rowan interrupted his introduction as he cracked an eye open and looked at this Jeren, he was a mighty God Emperor covered in a heavy robe of Frost Giant skin and he was leading eleven God Kings, most likely the strongest in their universe, they were on a path towards a higher dimension.


    He could easily notice the confidence in their demeanor, this was a group that chose to tread through this icy hell instead of easily submitting themselves to a higher power. Their confidence in other circumstances would be amodated, but not here, the only result would be disaster.


    "Why would you say such words, stranger," one of the God Kings spoke loudly, his irritation evident in his tone, "If you know a method to survive the frozen waste without fear you should share it. Crossing such and of peril, any help to your fellow traveler is something that is beyond noble."


    "What Eliza means…" the God Emperor cut off the annoyed God King with a cough, "Is that we are willing to pay heavily for the method you are employing to resist the cries of the Siren. We know such a thing must be precious, but don''t fear, we are willing to pay twice the price for it."


    Rowan sighed, he noticed that the gaze of these gods was lingering on therge metallic book by his side. The Aura emerging from this book was extremely special and carried a unique resonance with this Frozen Waste, it was easy to see that they were connected, and these gods must have made the conclusion that this treasure was the reason he could stay inside thisnd with no problem.


    If he refused to give them this book, Rowan could already see the intent of violence that was slowly brewing in their hearts. No one who reached such a level of power was innocent. Unlike Rowan who could substitute for almost any resources with his Soul Energy, everyone else would have to fight for limited resources, stealing and killing was an epted method of getting what was desired. Greed was a curse to both mortals and immortals it would seem, and yet Rowan tried to warn them, perhaps if they left quickly enough, their lives might be spared,


    "If something like this truly existed I would be shocked. After all this time, you would think that a technique like this would be well known, or perhaps, if it had existed for a long time and few know of it then the logical conclusion you should be making is that any idea of this particr technique is snuffed out before it can spread."


    The twelve gods looked at each other, a silent message passing in between their ranks, and then the God Emperor chuckled, "I am sorry stranger, perhaps you mistake our intentions, we are willing to trade, yet you are implying that you will kill us to keep your secrets?"


    "Not me," Rowan closed his eyes, "Your minds will. You should say your final words and think thoughts of happiness, perhaps it might make your passing easier… although I doubt it."


    "Why are we wasting time with him? He is bluffing. Let us grab the treasure and leave. He cannot be that powerful, I cannot sense any danger from him, and if he tries anything, we can kill him."


    More simr words followed but It did not take long for the screaming to start. Hellish screams that should not emerge from the mouths of any living being. Rowan ignored the cries for help, at this point they were beyond saving, even their souls had be corrupted and were unable to reach Rowan. What was killing them was truly vicious.


    After a while the screaming stopped, and Rowan did not bother opening his eyes. The only thing he could hear was the harsh cries of the wind blowing across the frozen waste, but it did nothing to calm the fury inside his heart, "This should be enough sample, I can attempt to seal it again," he muttered to himself.


    Beside him, he heard breathing, and the left side of his body went cold. This was a strange chill that was hard to describe because it did not affect the body or spirit, he only felt it in his consciousness, that is, no one except him could feel it. It was thest reason why he had decided to live alone for thest thousand years.


    He was being haunted.


    Rowan sat up and opened his left hand and a ck cube appeared on it. The cube resembled a box that had been soaked inside a jar of ck oil, for it dripped with a ck substance that evaporated before hitting the ground.


    With a gesture from him, he dispersed the ck coating over the cube, and the contents of the cube were revealed.


    It was the Eye of the Primordial of Time and Evil that had been shrunk. Thisnd contained the entirety of the Reflection''s endeavor and had been kept by Rowan. It was surrounded by the six souls andplete Divine Kingdoms of the Trion gods and further bounded by the three souls and four Wills of the Reflections before being encased by a nearly indestructible ss cube made from the light of his Destroyer, yet even with all his precautions, the influence of the Eye still leaked into reality.


    Rowan cursed the Third Prince in his mind, if he had not killed Fourth, the Great Worm, perhaps with his soul, he might have constructed a suitable prison that would erase every influence of the eye over reality and properly seal the eye, as it was he would have to look for alternatives.


    He had been working on containing the Aura of the eye that drove anyone beside him to madness, if he wanted to leave this ce then he needed it to be properly sealed, or else the chaos it would bring was nearly inestimable.


    Its effects on Rowan were mild inparison to what it did against anyone else.


    Apart from the sudden temperature spikes, and the asional errant whispers that sounded like fingernails scratching on a board, Rowan felt no other effects from holding the Eye.


    What it did to anyone else was simple, first, they would go mad as their mind would be subjected to a space where time bes meaningless, and their consciousness would be shown the sight of the eye of the Primordial, without fail, all of them killed themselves, their bodies soon shattering into ck smoke and absorbed by the eye.


    But first, they would scream and scream, such deep animalistic screams as if the sights they saw in that eye were so incredibly horrifying that their sanity fled and only horror remained.


    It was the Eye of the Primordial of Time and Evil that had been shrunk. Thisnd contained the entirety of the Reflection''s endeavor and had been kept by Rowan. It was surrounded by the six souls andplete Divine Kingdoms of the Trion gods and further bounded by the three souls and four Wills of the Reflections before being encased by a nearly indestructible ss cube made from the light of his Destroyer, yet even with all his precautions, the influence of the Eye still leaked into reality.


    Rowan cursed the Third Prince in his mind, if he had not killed Fourth, the Great Worm, perhaps with his soul, he might have constructed a suitable prison that would erase every influence of the eye over reality and properly seal the eye, as it was he would have to look for alternatives.


    He had been working on containing the Aura of the eye that drove anyone beside him to madness, if he wanted to leave this ce then he needed it to be properly sealed, or else the chaos it would bring was nearly inestimable.


    Its effects on Rowan were mild inparison to what it did against anyone else.


    Apart from the sudden temperature spikes, and the asional errant whispers that sounded like fingernails scratching on a board, Rowan felt no other effects from holding the Eye.


    What it did to anyone else was simple, first, they would go mad as their mind would be subjected to a space where time bes meaningless, and their consciousness would be shown the sight of the eye of the Primordial, without fail, all of them killed themselves, their bodies soon shattering into ck smoke and absorbed by the eye. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    But first, they would scream and scream, such deep animalistic screams as if the sights they saw in that eye were so incredibly horrifying that their sanity fled and only horror remained.


    Rowan knew what was happening to the victims of the eye but he did not understand the process, and he had carefully observed the Eye kill hundreds of immortals before he could begin to find the methods it used to bypass his Seals, it was with Time itself.