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The Primordial Record

Rowan Kuranes awoke in a new world inside the body of a dying prince. His new body contains terrifying secrets that he has to protect, for inside him lies the key to Eternity. He alone possesses the bloodline of The Ouroboros Serpents with authority over Time. He had Dominion over Sheol, and every soul would be his to keep. He lords over the Host of the Highest Heavens to the Abyssal Horde of the Deepest Hells. Rowan must learn to harness his new abilities and fight against his enemies who would stop at nothing to deprive him of his powers. Yet he must strive to keep a portion of his humanity alive, as he continuously evolves beyond godhood. A/N: There are horror elements, including Eldritch Horror from Lovecraft. A fan of blood-borne and abominable horrors that go bump in the night would love it. Epic action set pieces, and galaxy-wide battles, with an extremely overpowered MC who is a one-man army. https://discord.gg/UVvSCCMnCU Check out my discord. All future giveaways, fan art, and other fun stuff will be posted there. Thank you

BRICKTRADER · Fantaisie
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Sinner

Rowan's existence transformed into a state he could not understand, as his dimensional flesh was compressed to a limit he never thought could be possible.

A Will Holder with a higher dimensional domain may appear to be as large as a universe if they wanted to, but they were not truly that size, and their massive bodies were mostly comprised of higher dimensional energies, Rowan was different, his dimensional flesh was the size of a thousand galaxies and only his Primordial Ouroboros bloodline was strong enough to carry it, so that he could easily compress his body to its present appearance.

To the Tenebris armor, Rowan could as well be made of air as it compressed him to a point many times smaller than an atom.

It was not the pain that destabilized Rowan, he was used to an inconceivable amount of pain, and for him, pain had become almost like another state of being, like walking or breathing, it was already a part of his life.