The Primordial Record

The purge of the Primordial beasts during the unknown Era in the past had left the crown of the king of beasts to the serpents, and in this land cut off from all reality, the serpents were free to show their brilliance without the eyes of the ancient enemy prying on their secrets.

From the start, Rowan had always kept these beasts on a leash. His Dimensional flesh acted like a cage to contain their power, for as they grew stronger, their growth only added to the weight of his dimension, which ensured that they would ever be suppressed by Rowan.

There was a reason Rowan tried to keep the serpents small, for even he was not sure what it would take to contain them if he allowed them off the leash.

The descent into Doom Star, the transformation of his flesh, and the perils of resurrection upon his partial consciousness had created a strange situation where Rowan was no longer the captain of the ship. The world had suppressed his consciousness and he was no longer following the paths of power that it created, and so Rowan had no way of waking up.

The new purple energy inside of him could no longer be accessed because Rowan had not awakened and his Serpents did not care for the energy, they only wanted more of it, because although this energy inside Rowan\'s core was unused, it could affect the structure of the rocky shell, making it malleable, therefore giving the serpents the chance to manipulate it. Giving them an opportunity to make an avatar of themselves using the rocky shell.

This was not an ability that the Ouroboros Serpents originally had or could have ever developed because their power structure was not based on manipulation and energy control, this was an ability from the Sheol Bloodline, but with the aid of Rowan\'s dimensional flesh and his Titles, they could seamlessly borrow power across each bloodline, creating marvels that should be impossible.

With this new Avatar created from Rowan\'s new form, the serpents had basically taken control, and this new form now granted them the power to begin the process of consumption, thereby transforming what they ate into power.

Yet they did not consume the purple cube, they were looking to grow it instead. The Ouroboros Serpents had not been fully unleashed, only their Avatar acting with the rocky shell of Rowan.

Luck was on the side of Rowan, this Avatar state ensured that the full power of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpents was not unleashed, but without any control from Rowan to check their activities, it was hard to imagine if the end result of what would happen to a reality where the Primordial Ouroboros had been unleashed.

For the seven centuries the serpents had spent inside the Tenebris Armor, they had developed a fondness for darkness. It was the richest source of nourishment that they had gained in their life. A potent source of energy that seemed almost infinite, they would have been content to remain inside the Tenebris armor for all eternity just eating the Primordial Darkness.

Rowan had been in bliss for seven centuries as he comprehended the Supreme Circles, but the serpents were in greater bliss. They had consumed darkness without limits, and because of this, they had gotten a taste for it.

Attacking the flesh below now became something that was borne out of anger and irritation, but hunger, because the serpents could detect large amounts of Darkness buried inside the flesh rising from the depths, although it could not reach the level of the Primordial Darkness inside Tenebris, it was still potent enough that they drooled over it, at the edge of their perception, there was also traces of deeper levels of Darkness energy awaiting them, filling their rocky hearts with excitement.

However this was just the surface level of things, something deeper was awakening inside the sleeping Rowan, something unexpected that arose as an effect of his death and resurrection, and that thing without his guidance was simply a creature of instinct, and its first after waking up was to hide itself.

If the six awakened Ouroboros Serpents were fully aware they would have never allowed the existence of this new thing that was awakening, and so it slipped past them.

Each Avatar of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpents was seventy-seven miles long, and due to the restrictions of the present state of Rowan, they could not be separated, so they were joined together at the tail. At that point that connected all of them was a purple cube, and an observer would think that the serpents were emerging from inside the glowing cube. Attacking the rising ball of flesh, the serpents were held back at first by its tough flesh, their might was a fraction of what it once was, and their sharp fangs that could cut through anything had been replaced by stones, and yet the serpents still remembered the taste of darkness, and no matter how deeply it was hidden inside the flesh of this unknown creature, it was there.

The serpents lacked a tongue, they could not speak, but the bloodline of Sheol was connected to the Celestial, and they took from those angelic radiance, their voice.

These beasts were creatures of pure power, never meant to know guile or tricks, but Rowan\'s Will and bloodlines had changed their nature, and although they were infants, they had learned well from their father.

The Primordial Ouroboros Serpents sang to the darkness. They called towards it, for having consumed the darkness in the Tenebris Armor, they not only understood all the flavors of darkness, but they could also influence it.

Their voice should have been terrible, like a mountain singing, yet even though it sounded like an earthquake, it was still enchanting.

It was not their teeth made of rocks that tore open the flesh of the creature, it was the darkness that dwelled inside of it that rebelled against its owner.

The darkness tore a large wound open and the serpents crawled into it with mouths open, they called for the darkness to enter their new home, and the serpents began to feed as they dug into the flesh of the creature, consuming hundreds of tonnes of flesh in mere moments which rapidly turned into Essence that flooded the bodies of the serpents, and their rocky bodies began to release crackling sounds, and it began to grow.

The cube at the end of their tails no longer dissipated but was kept burning via the vitality and essence the serpents were beginning to attain.

There was a faint tug at their tails but it was dismissed with a minor flick, with the massive opportunity to feed before them, the serpents could not be shaken from their meal. They dug deeper into the flesh, ignoring the increasing vibration of the entity they were consuming from the insides, calling for the darkness within while still consuming everything that entered their mouths, and once again they felt a tug, and this time it was stronger.

The serpents would only give a single instance of warning, and what followed was inevitably an attack.