The Primordial Record

Chapter 1265: Ninth Reflection



Rowan looked around him, and everything was dead, and the only two beings that were moving yet were only a few moments from death were him and... the sprite.

He staggered backward, and his only remaining functional hand reached across the distance and held her small body that like him had been broken. This should not have happened, with his control over this space, even when in battle it would be a minor thing to protect this sprite, but Oblivion had struck, and for a while, he had forgotten her presence in its entirety, until now.

She gasped her last breath, big green eyes filled with confusion for her talent was supposed to make her ridiculously hard to die, but the wounds inflicted by the Primordial Keepers could not simply be healed by the talent of a mere sprite, no matter how powerful that talent may be.

In his palm, the pain and confusion in her eyes subsided and what took its place was a kind of peace that was almost impossible to describe,