As if Rowan’s words had wiped out the veil covering her eyes, a mighty weapon appeared above Staff; it was a long chain with serrated teeth like a saw blade running down its entire length.
This weapon contained a chaotic will that sought to consume and devour all things, and Staff was stupefied that such a terrible weapon of slaughter had been inside her soul for so long without her being aware of it.
Waiting for Staff to digest the importance of his words, Rowan continued,
Rowan gestured, and a dynamic image of the entirety of Reality appeared in front of Staff, showing her the Primordial Domains and even the lower realms.
Staff explained this to Rowan, seeking to resolve any confusion, and he nodded his head in agreement. A flash of surprise in his eyes showed how quickly she was able to piece together all the various elements of the truth out of what he had told her.
By all common sense, she should be dead, but he could still see her hands clutching the chains, and although the fluctuation of her soul was barely noticeable, it remained steady.
She knew that it was the Primordials that brought in the power of the higher dimensions into Reality. It was always there, but it should have taken an extremely long time for any of the inhabitants of Reality to discover this power.
However, Staff could not deny that it was the presence of Primordials that also pushed the abilities of the inhabitants much higher than it should have been possible in such a short time, but this growth was not natural. It was like feeding the limbs of a man to him to avoid hunger.
Staff closed her eyes; it was as if she could see a vision of that future, one where the path to the top was bloody and brutal and yet still possessed a hint of fairness. Beings like Rowan or Primordials who had no business interfering with the lives of those inside Reality would not exist, and life would make sense.
Staff could not help but take a step back, "Surely, you cannot mean..."
"The answer is simple," Rowan replied, "It is to suppress the natives of Reality and stop any ninth-dimensional being from being born."
Staff breath halted in her throat, and she could not help but ask with a note of incredulity in her voice, "Do you mean that there could have been dozens or hundreds of Primordials by now if not for them?"
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"You are correct, and now comes the Agreement. With your enhanced soul, you would not be able to..."
"Yes, Staff, I may not be privy to everything that has happened in the last few years, but I can see the despair and hunger in your soul. You have seen the height of power that few in Reality would ever witness, and you know the gap that exists between beings like me and the Primordials from the rest of Reality. With this Agreement, there is a way for you to bridge that gap and fulfill the dreams of your father."
Staff arched an eyebrow, "All I am hearing is benefit, and the danger is coming, is it not?"
Rowan believed that such a thing would have drawn Tribulation from the entirety of Reality, and it would have shaken all of existence. If that genius were to succeed, they would have been the first Pillar of Reality, and perhaps become the first Primordial to emerge from Eosah with the Supreme power of Time Origin.
"An Agreement?" Staff shook her head, "I am not worthy of being treated at the level of a Primordial Rowan, just state your case."
Staff was shocked, "Why would they do this?"
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