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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

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Complete Mortal Level Supreme Circle

The two rings of fog around Rowan were now fourteen meters in circumference and vibrating with unfathomable power, yet they did not remain in place for long before another ring of fog appeared above it. The space around seemed to explode as a subtle sound that had been quiet before began to increase in pitch.

The sounds were like singing, maybe crying or babbling from a crowd… it was impossible to understand the meaning of the sound, yet there was an incredibly strong urge for one to focus with an obsessive intensity on understanding the meaning of the sound.

A god would run mad trying to understand the sounds the Supreme Circle was making as it became complete.

The three rings increased their diameter to twenty-one meters and the power emerging from Rowan exploded, the entire domain creaked and Rowan was dimly aware that Old Man Seed must be doing something to control the level of destruction because he could feel space tightening around him.