The Primordial Record

1202 False Identity

Of the 33,000 streams of time he had inside his soul, Rowan was using 11,000 streams to blanket the entirety of this continent and maintain his domain, and he could not predict what would happen when he used the entirety of his powers to impose his will on this space, plus since he had spread out the streams of time over a large area and had not superimposed it on a single location as he had done with the Shiik, Rowan could not truthfully tell if he would be able to suppress a seventh-dimensional entity.

For now, he was not willing to find out, because even if he could, what was before him here was simply a Memory and not the real thing, and because the Mother of Poison would not be staying here for long, he did not want to antagonize her further.

If he was a betting man, he would still bet that he would lose, because the higher dimensions were too expansive to be entirely shackled by quantity.

The blue serpent spoke to Rowan with a sing-song voice that was entrancing, “Do you know of me?”

He cocked his head to the side and touched the breeze that blew past him with his fingers, “Although it has been locked inside here since the Primordial Era, the wind itself speaks of your name, for they remember your presence, you are the Queen of Serpents, Mother of Poison, you are Shahmaran, the first daughter of Chaos.”

The blue snake slowly flew up to Rowan, “You know of me, and so you should be aware that we are kin.”

Rowan swiped his hand harshly to the side, “I am not a Chaos Blood no longer.”

The face of the blue snake squeezed in disgust, “Those pathetic creatures are not worthy of being mentioned before your name. You mistake my intentions in coming here to meet you.”

“Then speak them,” Rowan said as he looked at the skies, “Or forever remain silent.” Somehow the Calamity suns above seemed to be bigger, their nebulous sphere taking up a larger portion of the sky until everything you could see was their ebony glow.

This was not a visual trick, without Labaletai being her tether inside this world, Shahmaran would be facing the full might of its Will, the same way that Rowan had suffered under its suppression.

The blue snake smiled, revealing tiny sharp fangs that filled her maw, “The so-called Chaos Blood or Chaos Slaves are simply pawns. Chaos casts his intent into reality and it infects all manners of life forms. They are all useless to him because their potential is lacking. What do you think a great Primordial would want with a creature like Labaletai or the endless spawns of his intent that fill all of reality?”

The snake came closer to Rowan, barely six feet separating them,

“Chaos does not care for thrash, he does not care for those who cannot fight against his meager intent, he does not care for the mob, he is a great primordial and a single drop of his blood can create an infinite army. What he cares for is you…”

The Calamity Suns grew closer and the blue snake form began to waver, she looked above and cursed before turning back to Rowan,

“With Chaos is five others like me, Caine betrayed our father and left his side, pursuing a stupid agenda that has no future, but you can return with me to his side. Do you think cleansing his Intent from your blood makes you free of him? No, that is just the admission fee! Chaos does not want slaves beside him that have no potential, he wants children that can rise above and challenge the enemies that are worthy of a Primordial.”

Rowan sneered, “I am worthy of Chaos because I broke his chains over my bloodline? Now you expect me to go to him of my free will. Why would I want to make such a foolish move, why would I taste freedom and return to my captor and give him a leash?”

The blue snake sighed, “Your words disappoint me Rowan, but it is still understandable, you come from a place where everything you have known was betrayal and endless conflict. This is necessary to create a supreme warrior but such an environment does not foster trust. There are many things I want to say to you, but this blasted realm is holding me back, this is simply a fragment of my power and I shall wait for you outside Doom Star, your father is Chaos, and breaking his Intent makes you worthy to be called his child, what that means would be explained to you from his lips.”

With a harsh tearing scream from space, the figure of the blue snake vanished. Rowan was a bit shaken, at the end he had seen the full image of the Mother of Poisons and he realized that he was not looking at a seventh-dimensional being but one who had already reached the eighth dimension.

The blue snake was just a fragment of her entirety, and if she was one of the firstborns of Chaos who had such a power then it meant that Caine was an eighth-dimensional entity himself.

Rowan had always been wary of Caine and he had long realized that this creature was far more powerful than he appeared. Before entering Reality, he had thought that perhaps he might be at the sixth-dimensional level, maybe the seventh at most, but never would he have imagined that Caine was at the eighth.

In all their interactions, subtly, Caine had shown weakness, revealing gaps in logic and prowess that slowly lured Rowan into a place of comfort, so much so that he had interacted with this being multiple times and he had figured that he had a chance. Rowan was always growing stronger and patching up the weaknesses that he had, and over time he had become so powerful and unique that he could now play mental gymnastics with the Eye of a freaking Primordial, but he had not been this way in the past, and of his many mistakes he vowed not to repeat them.

Thinking about it further he realized that perhaps this was a good thing. If he had shown excess competence the first time he had interacted with Caine, then this creature would not have taken the time to seek to manipulate him, he would have ended him at that instance.

The same thing happened with the Eye of Time because this entity believes that Rowan could be manipulated, they all unconsciously revealed holes in their plans, and he was able to take advantage of them.

Rowan thought he should not despair because he could not see through Caine at the start, instead what he should be grateful for was that the person that Caine had seen in the past was gone, and now it was Rowan’s turn to flip the board.

Like the Eye of Time, Caine might have revealed more truths than he wanted to disclose, and it was up to him to search through the clues of the past and locate them.

Rowan believed that those clues were shouting at him from the box.