The Primordial Record

Chapter 1736: I Have Returned

Rowan’s spirit was a manifestation of his willpower, and when that spirit descended with fury, it did not hold back for a single moment. Grasping twenty percent of his dimensional soul, his spirit ripped it out and placed it into Origin of Imagination.

His spirit began to dissipate, merging with the soul inside the seed, and when it was gone, Rowan had become the Seed of Imagination, and because Primordial Soul had laid an exceedingly robust foundation inside this seed, the process was almost instantaneous.

Only then was he able to see the outline of Primordial Soul’s ambition. Rowan could not see much because the core of this plan belonged to Nyxara, who remained outside Reality, but what he could retrieve from it was concerning.

Nyxara had been making certain experiments in previous Realities using the body of a special life form whose talents could almost equal, if not exceed, those of someone like Rowan.

The Arbor Mentis, and this entire Origin of Imagination, was just a sapling from a massive tree.

Primordial Soul had been lucky to collect the sapling of this tree in the past, because the Arbor Mentis was a power equal to the Realm of Death, but its influence was extremely mysterious.

If Primordial Soul succeeds in possessing this seed and becoming the Primordial of Imagination, she could use this power to gain access to the Arbor Mentis, therefore bringing the corruption of the Primordials into this place.

Rowan had long known that the Primordials were marauders, feeding on different Realities and moving on after they had taken everything, and it was enlightening to see the plans of these entities as they set their sights on other realms that may be more powerful than Eosah.

It reminded him that if not for the lucky discovery of Eosah and the Primordials wishing to slowly excavate the core secrets of this Reality, they would have moved on a long time ago.

He might be special, but he had gotten to this point by sheer grit and pure luck, as he saw that Primordial Soul had a greater agenda than the end of this Reality.

The more he interacted with these ninth-dimensional forces, the more his understanding of how ancient they really were became notable.

He had barely lived a tiny fraction of a Primordial’s life, and he could understand how they had easily underestimated someone like him, even when they gave him enough credits.

All of these deliberations only took the barest of moments. Rowan did not care about the lives of the Primordials, besides gaining the best methods to hunt and kill them. If there were to ever be karma for Supreme entities like the Primordials, then that karma would be Rowan, and he would not care about anything but the potential avenue he would need to destroy them.

Rowan had deliberated on his choices going forward, and his mind had already been made up, with the plans already in place inside his mind. He made his first move.

Rowan created a Minor Seed of Imagination and sent it into the lower realm.

There were already arrangements laid out for such an event, and Rowan saw no reason to change it. This seed was bait, and he was eager to see who would come biting.

Sending the Seed of a Primordial Entity into the Reality was an extraordinary affair. Even though Eosah was dead, she still had certain defenses that had to be deceived or pierced through before this seed could be actualized.

When Rowan released this seed following the pathway already out in place by Primordial Soul, he saw the seed traveling into the past, precisely the moment when Eosah was killed and her final screams hung in the air.

The seed began to stitch its presence into Reality, becoming part of her foundation and experiencing many eras of survival in the spaces between life and death.

This journey through time developed its Origin in a manner that shattered the reasoning behind cause and effect. The Seed went into the past complete, but as it headed to the future, it grew from nothing to completion. It gained all of its layers, from the Flicker Veil, the first Layer, to the Clay Fields of Potential, then the Quicksilver Sands of Forgotten Dreams, and finally, the Genesis Breath.

All of these were the foundation of Imagination in this Reality, and if this seed were to be birthed in another Reality, its layers would be different.

It was with this process that this seed was slowly integrated into the foundations of Reality, even influencing the birth of Elura.

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The Seed did not fall. It descended with intent. It drifted through the veils of unreality for eons, until it found the one place in all the dimensions that was both everything and nothing: the Quicksilver Sands of Forgotten Dreams. This was the nursery, the neutral ground where nothing was real and therefore everything could be.

Through time and space, it descended until a call emerged from nothing, telling it to be.

And there, it did not sprout through force. The shell of solidified silence did not crack; it unfolded. It opened like a flower welcoming a sun it had never seen but always known, releasing the contained chaos within.

The first root that plunged into the fabric of Reality was not of wood, but of solidified curiosity.

The first shoot that reached for the non-existent sky was not of stem, but of aspiration given form.

The Seed itself did not vanish. Instead, its core remains, buried deep beneath the colossal trunk. It is now a heartstone of infinite potential, still beating, still pulling in the dreams of all thinking beings, feeding the eternal tree that is its glorious, magnificent child.

It was the single, silent answer to a question the universe had not yet asked: “What if?”

And from that answer, everything else grew.

Through the rivers of time, this seed had only one child. He drew Elura from its bosom and wore her form. Her body slowly drifted out of the core of the tree under the mysterious summons from a being whose presence was Life itself.

Elura opened her eyes and saw Vorthas, the Primordial of Life, and Seed beside him.

Rowan growled inside her head, his fury knowing no bounds. ’I have returned.’

She smiled as she addressed the two before her, “I have returned.”