The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1804

Chapter 1804: The Curse(1)

Telmus did not know what to make of Rowan.

Telmus walked into a large room that could be seen as a garden, and he found Rowan and Eva relaxing by a pool of water, flowers and small animals surrounding them, moving around without fear, and even though he had seen many things in his life, Telmus was stuck in place, amazement in his eyes… he had never seen a being more beautiful in all his life.

In his battle in the Arena, Rowan had not shown his true form. His wings and crown were hidden, and his features were meant to look the same as they were before he became an Apex Omniversal Titan.

Now that he had the time to relax, he wore a loose white robe with seven white sashes around him, which floated in the air as if carried by an invisible breeze. His long red hair was splayed around him, merging with the black hair of Eva.

She said something to him that Telmus could not hear, and whatever she said made Rowan grin. Beside him, his daughter stumbled. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

“You know, only say the word and I shall find a way to arrange your marriage with him, daughter. In all of Reality, I doubt there can be any better option than him.”

Staff gritted her teeth, “Say that again, old man, and I shall pull out your tongue. He stood aside and watched the man I wanted perish; the only reason I remain with him is because of his vision and for your safety. I will not allow him to place you in danger.”

Telmus looked at her and smiled, “Then defend me properly, daughter, because the way I feel about him at the moment, I will leap into hell if he asks me to.”

Seeing her chagrined expression, Telmus burst into laughter and walked towards the trio ahead, who turned towards him, having heard his loud outburst

Once more, Telmus felt a sense of wonder when he looked at Rowan, especially now that Rowan had focused his eyes on him.

Describing this enigmatic figure should be relatively simple, at least it should have appeared that way, but when Telmus began to dig deeper than the surface, he became lost.

Where could he begin?

He pointed above, allowing Telmus to finally see the faces of the seven Primordials pressed against the walls of Reality.

“To become a being of Origin, to fully take your position as a Primordial, that power needs to find root in the essence of your being. Only then will you be complete; however, this Reality is too weak to handle the birth of a Primordial. If you were allowed to fully inherit this power, your daughter and all of Reality would be destroyed, and those faces out there would no longer be faces; they would be Primordials whose Origin Force. However, singular had grown to ridiculous heights after the countless Eras they had spent hunting Realities inside Limbo.”

Telmus became silent and touched his heart, knowing that everything Rowan said was the truth. He had previously suspected this answer, but he needed to be sure, and Telmus was not one to hide his intentions from anyone, not even Rowan.

“Now, if I want to control you, I will bring you to my realm,” Rowan said, “unlike this Reality, my walls are thick, and it is still hidden from the sight of the ravages outside. In there, you can ascend to the ranks of Primordial with no issues, but the Origin Force you draw upon would come from me and not Limbo, and although you may gain freedom from whatever curses are outside Limbo, your Origin shall ever be linked to my own. This is your decision to make; that is why I left that void inside of you.”

Telmus frowned, “What do you mean by curses?”

“Have you ever wondered why Primordials are, to put it lightly, insane?” Rowan asked.