The Primordial Record

Chapter 1699: The Greatest Truths

There were many things that made Rowan special, and among them was the fact that he was genuinely ignorant of his capabilities in a way that would be almost impossible for him to understand.

He had never known a peer or someone who had his capabilities as he evolved from a mortal to a Reality, and so he had no method to gauge his progress or accomplishments, and that was the reason he could not understand that what he was making of himself inside this space was impossible.

The Primordial Record could do the impossible, but a lot of its power was dependent on Rowan’s abilities, and no matter how powerful he was, he was still a seventh-dimensional immortal, and he was dabbling with forces that he suspected had faintly exceeded the ninth-dimensional level.

Serathis, Prime, and the Serpents were still inside Oblivion, devouring the bones of the Primordial Ouroboros.

When he began his fusion, Serathis, who had been dancing on the head of Bahamut, froze in place and sat down as a wave of weakness made her collapse.

Prime looked at her in shock before flashing over to her side, touching her back. His face went pale when he noticed the enormous amount of power being siphoned off her body and being channeled into an ever-widening black hole that must be Rowan.

Serathis whispered, “Prime, I don’t think I can hold on for long if Father continues to draw from my strength in this manner.”

Prime frowned, “You have all the fuel you need in the Origin Land. Why do you not eat more quickly?”

Serathis shook her head in negation, “You know our abilities are still tied to the present dimensions, and we can only channel our hunger up to the seventh dimension. You always said we had enough power for him to use, but I am falling short, Prime. I cannot hold on.”

“How can I help Serathis? What is he taking?”

“My luck, Prime, he is taking all of it. I don’t know what he is doing, but it has exceeded all expectations.” Serathis began to laugh, but she was too weak, so it ended up sounding like a short series of gasps, like a fish out of water: “Our father, how glorious is he?! Ah, Prime, I am going to die with a smile on my face.”

Rolling his eyes in irritation, Prime began to manifest multiple orbs of time, “Before you die, you must be of service. You can’t leave everything to me after you pass. Let me help. If you cannot match his consumption rate, then you need more time.”

Serathis looked up weakly, and she noticed all the orbs of time in the hands of Prime. She gasped in indignation, “That was supposed to give us more time with him; you can’t waste it on me. Put it away, Prime. I can take it.”

“Shut up, Serathis, you can’t take it. I can always make more time. If you are gone, I cannot remake you. The weight of your presence is too heavy, bringing you back would kill me, and I am not ready to die yet, not before I see how far he can go.”

Serathis chuckled, “Open your eyes, Prime. He is already where we cannot see. But you are right, give me the time, I will give him all the luck he needs, even if it kills me.”

Prime looked at her with annoyance, knowing who Rowan was; her statement may come to bite her badly, and he was not wrong.

Giving her more time to gather enough luck before it was siphoned by Rowan, Prime was able to create a situation where there was a careful balance that was being maintained between her and Rowan, but it was not long before that balance broke.

It nearly did a while back, but Serathis had muscled through it with sheer determination and grit, but whatever Rowan was creating must be so unnatural that it did not matter how much luck Serathis was pushing towards him to make it possible, it was not enough, and it would seem that she would have to perish for his dreams to be realized.

“After now, you better be thanking me,” Prime muttered as his body began to transform, and before long, he had taken the shape of Serathis.

His transformation was not just on the surface level; he had reached across time and collected every version of her that had not existed across countless casualties.

For someone of Serathis nature, it was hard to gather any piece of her across time, but Prime was a relentless hunter, and over the years he had slowly gathered her remnants that should not exist, and created a body that was nearly an exact match to her own.

Placing both hands on her back, Prime began casting a spell of substitution. Like Rowan, he did not need words; his intent was enough.

A haze of power welled across their bodies, and the two bodies of Serathis suddenly became three. Each of the Serathis was sitting cross-legged in a horizontal formation, with the hands of the Serathis behind touching the backs of the ones in front.

The Serathis at the back of the formation shivered and transformed back into Prime, who seized the Serathis in front of him and dragged her back, leaving the last Serathis sitting cross-legged and bearing all the weight of Rowan’s need.

Prime, with the help of his Spell, had been able to transfer the weight of responsibility to the Serathis of his creation.

Looking at Prime with appreciation in her eyes, Serathis turned to her clone and grimaced in shock as she saw the body of the clone beginning to shrink under the relentless pull for power from Rowan, and without any words, she began to support her doomed clone with power.

Prime had gone pale, the act of creating another Serathis had nearly killed him, and he only lived because he borrowed her luck. Pushing through the pain and tiredness, he added his energy into the mix; whatever his father was creating, he would get unflinching support from them… Even if it kills them.

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Rowan was dimly aware of his pull on his Origin bloodlines, but he knew they were capable of supporting him; like him, they were warriors.

His body was being squeezed by an inestimable force that had approached and exceeded the force he had felt when he reached that place under Oblivion, his Apex Omniversal Titan’s physique was taken to the limits, and it was able to withstand it, Rowan’s weakness however, was coming from his soul that was on the verge of being destroyed.

A roar was bursting out from the Primordial Record as if the black book was screaming in pain as it was birthing something that should not exist.

Suddenly, the pages of the Primordial Record began to flap past at dizzying speeds. There seemed to be a restriction on the pages that should have prevented this from happening, but an alien force had taken control of the Singularity, and it did not matter that the restriction was placed on this singularity; they were shattered into nothing, and the Primordial Record flipped to the last page.

The page was blank, as black as the void, but even in the midst of pain, Rowan could sense something looking was…off.

His instincts dragged his eyes to the Primordial Record, and he saw another set of eyes looking back at him. Suddenly, he understood everything.

As it turned out, the greatest truth always lay in the open.