Chapter 592 Fading Mortality

Chapter 592 Fading Mortality

?592 Fading Mortality

The Third Prince went silent as he continued crafting from the piece of wood he had manifested and it took him three months to finish his work. During this entire time, he did not stop talking, but his words became lesser and lesser until his tongue fell off, but he tore open the stitches on Elura's mouth and his voice came from her mouth.

What he created was shabby, it was a boat that appeared to be made by a drunken carpenter who had just begun learning his trade, but he looked incredibly satisfied with his work.

The Third Prince brought his two hands to his face, and his left eye fell from his sockets, and the fingers he had been using to craft the boat were twisted and broken, and with a slight shake of his body, his left hand fell off and he laughed slowly, but it was Elura's mouth that was moving.

"Even with my curse, look at how beautiful the work of my hand is. Even if everything I see is shadows and desolation, and my perception is of a maggot crawling through the dirt, my hands and fingers are made from twigs and brittle sticks..."

"... I shall not be denied my due. The suffering I have endured shall be repaid in full, this I promise you."

He climbed the boat and settled down, and with loud creaks and pops, the boat began to move into the desert, and before long the broken and lonely body of the Third Prince was covered by the desert sands... his destination unknown.

A man with long golden hair walked down the street of an unknown mortal world. His presence was subdued almost as if he did not exist. Like a ghost, he weaved among the bustling crowd until he stopped at a location and sniffed the air.

This action made him visible as a subdued hush went among the crowd at his presence, as he was a stunning individual, he shook his head and the perception of the crowd slid off his body and the confused people went along with their daily activities, all wondering why they had stopped in the first place and why they felt an intense sense of sorrow and loss in their heart as if they had lost the greatest opportunity they would ever come across in their life.

Turning his head, Rowan looked at an open-air restaurant, where their menu comprised barbecue and home-brewed wine. They claimed to have the best barbecue on the entire planet because their owner was an Earth god and he hunted the best exotic beast for this restaurant every day.

A memory made Rowan smile and he stood in the line and waited for his turn, it did not take long for him to reach the servers to place his orders, and he ordered everything on the menu, including all the wine that they had to spare.

A figure came before him and he looked up from his musing, before looking away and continuing eating and drinking, but this time even more slowly,

"Why is this happening?" he asked, his words were filled with curiosity and a slight helplessness.

"The universe is becoming too small for you, it is crushing you beneath its weight, and you either break it open, or you will choke in your blood."

Rowan paused and pointed at the figure with a large drumstick still dripping with oil, "I can't choke you know."

The figure sighed, "Yes, and therein lies the problem, something has to give."

Rowan grunted in irritation and continued eating, "Will you join me, Eva? I don't believe you have ever partaken in any mortal repasts before."

"I have not, but now seems like a good time like any other."

She joined him as overhead the skies changed and a golden light descended like a meteor and slammed into the ocean, in a heartbeat, vast golden tendrils surged from the ocean and began to cover the entire planet.

Rowan had begun seeding this world.

"The taste of this wine is odd," Eva said.

"Try this other one, I believe it goes well with it."

"Hmm, okay."

Inside his Primordial Record, the number of seeded worlds crept forward.

1,254.