Chapter 922 His Call Grows Stronger. (End of Vol.)

Chapter 922 His Call Grows Stronger. (End of Vol.)

The desperation in the eyes of the Third Prince was visceral but also was that little hint of cunning, where might had failed, perhaps the power of words would prevail. To survive the Third Prince would have to reveal their greatest secrets and shame, but he was willing to do so. Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

"You are truly wise Rowan in holding back your wrath, surely you must have known the consequences of killing the last of us, Shadows. With every one of us that falls you must have felt his gaze solidifying on your skin like cancer, his undead Will crawling in your head and digging into your mind. His voice of madness is always calling... screaming. Let me live.... Let me live... How can anyone live with such torture all these endless years and not seek release?"

"I have wronged you. This I know well, yet I beg of you, no matter your hatred for me, it is not worth it Rowan, you will surely go mad just like the rest of us, allow me to leave this field alive and I shall swear an oath to your name, that I shall bear this madness for the rest of my days. I swear to be your shield against his influence until the end of time. I will not falter, I have kept his madness for a thousand Eras and I can do the same for a thousand more, of all my brothers only I have the strongest of Wills, and I give you my strength for the rest of time."

Rowan cocked his head to the side, and finally, he spoke, "I have other curses laid on me, and my path ahead will not be one of peace, why do you think one more curse would break me?"

Bending down, Rowan pushed his fingers into the brain of the Third Prince and dragged the screaming head up,

"Don't kill me Rowan, you cannot understand the burden you will be laying on your shoulders. Trust me, I am smart enough to understand that the only thing that can save me would be giving you indispensable and correct information. I wager someone like you must know how to separate truth from falsehood, and you know that I am not lying. I am not just begging for my life here Rowan, I'm making a case for yours. Killing me would only make you become me, don't do this... don't become a Shadow like me."

The endless abyss of Rowan's gaze regarded the Third Prince for a while before he answered, "There would have been a time when your pleas would have fallen on listening ears. The man of that time had a beautiful heart, untainted by pride or ambition, he would have listened to you and feared for the future... That man is dead, all I am now is a blade. Perhaps there would have been a time when I would have craved peace and quiet, but the flames of ambition have arisen in my heart. You have tasted my edge, and you shall not be the last, before my endless hunger, even Primordials would fall. Unlike you and your fellow Shadows, I do not fear the cries of the dead Third, it is only a beacon that would lead me to him, if he is wise, he would keep silent or I shall come for him."

Three Ouroboros Serpents suddenly turned around in irritation and they descended on her body. She did not scream for long. If she had been quiet, she might have lived for a few moments more, Rowan saw no need for killing someone already on a path towards death, but his Serpents were more irritable, there was no bargain that Minerva could give him that was worth it unless it was on the level of a Singularity and Rowan doubted that even Primordials would be able to easily grant such a wish.

The Third Prince had gone through all five stages of grief and had finally reached a state of acceptance, Minerva was more slow, still choosing to negotiate. Pity.

With Rowan's speed of movement, it took a while for him to cross the creaking bridge that was at the edge of destruction and he reached the other side and looked at the universe below.

His Ouroboros Serpents pulled away from his body and hovered around him, their quiet hissing was a poor indicator of the hunger inside of them,

"It is so beautiful... the universe, when you can see the entirety of her. The subtle lines of order and chaos woven around her entire body can only be appreciated by a Creator who knows what it takes to nurture the breath of life. Somewhere inside me, I know that I should appreciate such a sight more. Yet at this time, all I see is food. It is time to leave my mortality behind. Look at the universe for one last time, Third, see its beauty and understand for the last time what is forever denied to us."

The Third Prince was quiet, he watched the universe for what seemed like forever, Rowan stayed by his side and when the six Ouroboros Serpents encircled his head and began to feast, the last thing he said was, "With every Era that passes, his call grows stronger."

Rowan had kept the promise he made to the Third Prince, he had stood on this bridge for five years until the moment he had promised he would kill him, and then he let the Ouroboros Serpent devour the meal they had waited so long for.

"Anything for you, my beloved Nemesis."