The Primordial Record

Chapter 1864: Eat The Hunger (Final)

Moving through the broken minds of Eosah needed a delicate touch because her connection still remained with her Reality. If he were not careful, he might break Reality and lead to the eradication of countless trillions of lives.

They might have been annihilated by the Primordials a moment before, but they all mattered to Rowan.

From the brief words of Nyxara, Rowan could clearly tell that the Primordials only saw Realities as worthy of their attention; everything else was meaningless.

But all of these people had meaning to Rowan, and the Primordials knew it clearly; they returned most of them to him, but they also held back some of them… a clear threat.

Rowan wanted to believe that Andar, Maeve, and his mother were dead by the hands of Primordial Soul, but he would not be surprised if that bitch still held that as insurance over him.

It was a fascinating thing that with all the powers of the Primordials, they were still careful. Every move came with layers upon layers, and in the end, it would take a miracle to win.

With what had happened to him recently, it may be that the only path to victory would have to be a miracle.

’Mortals and Immortals pray to me when they are in distress, but in my time of need, who do I call for answers? Who would aid me in my time of need?

All of these thoughts were distractions, and Rowan found it alarming that even when he had pushed the brunt of his trauma towards Eos, more of them kept bubbling underneath the surface.

“This won’t do,” Rowan whispered, and he covered Eosah inside a dome of nihility and time before squeezing her into a shape smaller than an atom. He needed to go through her mind, but it could not be here; first, Rowan needed to clear his head.

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A year passed in quiet contemplation as Rowan drifted as a cloud of dust across the dimensions. He should awaken, but he was waiting for the second shoe to drop, or perhaps he was just simply waiting.

Rowan knew that his next steps would be watched by the Primordials; up till now, they had anticipated everything that he had done; however, Rowan did not believe this to be entirely the case.

The hand they played was strong, that was for sure, but it was only because the walls of deceit they had built around him were a million miles tall, and he was the size of an ant.

From the moment he became aware of these walls around him, Rowan had been slowly demolishing them.

This meant it was impossible for Rowan to always follow their rules, and they had to improvise in many cases. He had failed only because he had not seen all the pieces on the board, but now that it seemed as if they had accomplished their goals, although they were still playing their cards close to the chest, it was inevitable that there were now gaps in the foundation of the walls that they had built around him.

Rowan had not checked Eosah’s memories, not yet. It was most likely a trap anyway, or at the least, it would contain information that would throw him off the loop.

No matter what he intended to do next, he could not be careless, as much as he would like to believe he was infallible; he clearly was not. The Primordials simply had too much time, too many resources, and they had utilized all of them to get him to do their bidding.

So, at this moment, he could be running around like a freshly beheaded bird; instead, Rowan chose to wait and think. He had a lot of things to go through.

Trillions of years of life, but unlike when Rowan was pursuing the secrets of others and of Reality, this time, he was to fully focus on himself.

Rowan remembered one of his memories of his time as a mortal, and that memory was so brief in the past that in his long life, he had nearly forgotten it.

In that memory, he had seen past heroes at the end of their lives. They should have had no relation with him, but they clearly did in a manner since he had always sensed a faint connection with them.

He had gone through this memory before, many times in the past, and he had discarded it, seeing nothing new to learn from it any longer.

But now, Rowan was choosing to look at them with fresh eyes. These heroes, who were dying, all seemed to have one thing in common: their unshakable confidence in their abilities.

Rowan began to consider that what if he was not looking at his memories, but the memories of heroes from other Realities that were connected with him.

One of the greatest lessons these past events had taught him was that the nature of his powers and his memories were wrong.

The Primordials had given him all the laws that he knew of Reality, and Rowan had been foolish to believe so much of them in the past. The knowledge he had about the powers of the higher dimensions and how they worked may be accurate, but Rowan knew how easy it was for lies to be hidden inside the truth.

He did not honestly know what he was capable of. So it made it necessary that before he made his next move, he had to dig deep into the deepest portions of his mind and begin to take apart everything he knew and had come to trust.

Time was running out.

For sixty-five million Cosmic Eras, the Primordials had done irrecoverable damage to all of existence, and that was when they were severely limited and their potential was stunted.

Now they were free of their madness and the barrier that had been holding them back from advancing. As strong as the Primordials were at the moment, they could always grow stronger, to the extent that Rowan might not be their opponent for a very long time, and he was sure they would never allow him to grow stronger.

So, Rowan needed to learn, he needed to adapt, before the Primordials begin hunting Realities once more and choosing their second Origin Force.

He had eaten their hunger, and now it was time for him to pay for unleashing the hounds of doom.

Once more, he went back to the memories of these warriors. If he discarded the filter that the Primordials had taught him about his powers, then the truth was that he might be looking at the first series of experiments by the Primordials to find a perfect way to control him.

They did not just make their plans out of thin air; they needed to run many experiments, and it was not necessarily the case that these experiments had to be performed in this Reality or any time period close to his own.

The cloud form of Rowan shuddered at this new and unexpected road that he might have discovered during this short period of introspection. What if his dimension of memory was not related to this Reality alone?