The Primordial Record

?Rowan had seen many monumental vistas in his time, some were so horrifying like Limbo that it could break your mind, and some were so beautiful that the sight would remain in your soul forever, this land below was a mixture of both.

It was a vast land filled with ruins from bygone Eras, and it held an uncountable number of beasts, some of them were so enormous that even from this height he could see them, this meant these creatures were most likely bigger than entire solar systems.

The light from the red moon was reflected in an array of dizzying colors when they reached the ground, causing this entire space to possess a unique beauty that would make any poet weep. Ethereal colors and sounds that could not be fathomed by a mortal mind bled and combined in such stunning colors that only a being such as Rowan could appreciate. A god would run mad if they saw it.

Yet this beauty was part of it all. Rowan expanded his vision and he could see the edges of this land, its four edges.

This space was not shaped like a planet or any other heavenly body but was a flat square, like a two-dimensional space. It was as if a portion of a much larger dimension had been sliced off and placed here, which should not be far from the truth, for surrounding the edges of this space was the Sea of Destruction.

Rowan had to ascend higher to confirm that the source of the Sea of Destruction was emerging from this land. It was not bleeding, but its presence alone was causing an Aura of destruction that was so potent it created such great forces that could create its dimension.

This concept was so fantastical Rowan could only liken it to seeing a completely normal egg that somehow weighed so much that it could bend reality.

Looking at this land below, Rowan knew he was far too weak to understand everything that it contained, but he knew certain secrets that made it possible for him to make an educated assumption. This was only possible because he knew the answers already or part of it, and with it, he could derive the process by which it transpired.

This land was square, and it appeared to be sliced off from a larger piece of land but what if it was not a piece of land, what if it was an eye?

The eye of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

Such a conclusion was virtually impossible for anyone else to make this connection, but Rowan had seen the body of the Primordial of Evil and Time.

He was humanoid with tentacles erupting from his face, and one of his defining traits was his eyes. It was not oval but a square. Rowan did not know how the Reflections had been able to acquire an eye of this creature but they had managed it, and from it, all this madness originated.

The herd was making quick speed and soon reached the zenith of their ascent before they began to turn and Rowan excited their bodies and watched them disappear into the distance and he looked up, or rather down.

In space, there was no up or down, and it all depended on your perspective, and now the Red Moon was below him and the land of monsters was above, and this simple perspective change transformed this whole space.

The world below him was no longer red but white, the pale white of bone, real bones, for what was below him was now a skull. This change was so jarring that Rowan paused in appreciation. The so-called Red Moon was not emitting light, all the light had been coming from the land ‘above’ him and it was distorting the perspective of anyone from the ground until they reached a certain point and the truth of the moon was revealed.

Rowan shrugged and rocketed downward toward the skull, he was in unknown territory and anything was fucking possible.

He was analyzing the skull via all the knowledge he knew and he could not find any match to it. The skull had the basic shape of a human skull, except for its two canines were extended like fangs, and whoever this creature was in the past, it was so powerful that its skull could become a Supreme World.

As Rowan’s consciousness grew closer to the skull he began feeling endless waves of incredible power that was so potent it would kill anything, even those with a Will, but he slammed past it, this energy attached itself to the soul and destroyed it, he had no soul.

Passing this zone he saw where this attack was coming from, it was a massive array that held trillions of Soul Origin!

Rowan already guessed something like this would be found here, he blasted past it, descending towards the eye hole of the skull.

When he realized that the creatures below were not born or created he was puzzled, but when he realized the impossible amount of Soul Energy present here, he instantly realized what was happening.

Someone was farming Soul Energy.

Rowan was a Nascent Primordial that could control the power of Soul to an extent that this universe had never seen before, but he was too young and before him, other powerful beings who did not have his advantage had been able to investigate the mysteries behind the soul and what he was seeing here was a successful branch of that experiment.

They had gathered Soul Origins and had created all those beasts below and gave them false memories, yet those memories were not truly false. Those memories came from the owner of these Soul Origins and Rowan would bet that every creature here was exactly in makeup with whoever those memories came from.

When they assumed the memories, their Soul Origins would be deceived and pour Soul Energies into their bodies creating a new soul once more.

Someone had cheated reincarnation and deprived these poor souls of the freedom to become something new, they would only repeat their previous lives forever. Anytime they were killed their Soul Energy dispersed into the surrounding and a new body was created with the same memories, and the Soul Origin would pour their power into these bodies creating new souls.

This idea was both genius and mad, and it required so many parts working together to manage it, but Rowan felt that there was something missing.

All this harvested Soul Energy was not going anywhere it was just accumulating. It was as if the final part of whatever equation was being created here was missing and so the energy was just left to build up and after all this time the amount of Soul Energy here was stunning, but not necessarily alarming.

Rowan had noticed that although the beasts here were powerful, their soul energy was weak. Whatever this person who created this place intended it to be, it was not to be a Perpetual Soul Engine, and their experiments with souls must have hit a roadblock.

From what he could see, the Soul Origins were still blazing with power, but the energy they were releasing to each new generation was becoming weaker.

Rowan reached the massive eye hole that was hundreds of light years in circumference and entered into the skull and he was instantly covered in darkness.

“Time to make you mine.”

His consciousness slammed together and transformed into the largest World Seed he had ever created.