The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1836

Chapter 1836: The Secrets of The Primordial Beasts (final)

When Rowan was inside Doomstar, he had a vision of the past drawn from the Memory of the Eye of Time, where three Primordials had caught the Primordial Beast, Torch Dragon, and they were roasting it on a spit over an open fire.

The three Primordials were Primordial Demon, Primordial Light, and Primordial Time, and the forms they took were strange. The three had all taken the shape of men, but Primordial Demon had a face with a thousand eyes, Primordial Light had one eye, while Primordial Time had six eyes.

He could not be sure that this was precisely what happened or if all the details he had seen were correct; he was still a mortal then, and his sight could not be compared to what it was now, but that was not the vital detail he took from the eerie vision.

During the process of roasting this beast, Primordial Demon had announced with great fanfare,

“Here lies the first of the Primordial Beast, Torch Dragon. Your arrogance has given us sight.”

There were many truths that could be taken from these short phrases, but what drew more of Rowan’s attention at this point was the responses that the Torch Dragon had given to the Primordials when his head was being passed across the three of them.

To Primordial Demon, the dragon had said, “Demon, you have killed my brothers and stolen my eyes. From this day forth, I lay a curse upon you, that with my eyes you shall gaze upon your destruction, and on that day I shall return to your heart, and I shall feast on it for eternity unending.”

Primordial Demon inside of Reality was dead, and the Torch Dragon had not returned, and so this suggested to Rowan that the memory he had witnessed from Primordial Time did not come from this Reality, but from a much older period than he had first anticipated.

Rowan, at this time, had no idea that other Realities existed outside his own; he was not even aware that his Reality was dead and that she had a name, and so he wrongfully believed that the vision he had seen was of this Reality’s past.

This suggested to Rowan that the history behind the Primordials and the Beasts extended farther than he had once given credit, and it was necessary for him to look back at this vision with new eyes.

To Primordial Light, the dragon had said a simple sentence, “Light, you have betrayed me.”

And Primordial Light had replied, “It was nothing personal, I just needed to know what it would take to kill creatures at our level. To gain an insight like that is… invaluable. For the greater good, it needs to happen. I will not let it go to waste.”

Only now does Rowan realize how strange the reply Primordial Light gave to the Torch Dragon was. It was almost as if the Primordials in this memory had not begun their reign of terror over all of existence, almost as if the Primordial Beasts were the first ninth-dimensional entities they had killed.

“Tell me, Eosah, the secrets of the Primordial Beast and how they were able to resist the shackles of the Cosmic Record. How were the Beasts able to develop outside the boundary of Reality?”

This was what Rowan considered to be the most crucial question that he needed to ask. Eosah might not have a clear understanding of the past from viewing the memories of the Eye of Time. Still, she must understand something of their mysteries because it was unknown whether it was by accident or design. Still, the remains of the Primordial Beasts were scattered all over Eosah’s Reality, and it was the time that he knew the truth.

The light around Eosah went dim, as she seemed to retreat into herself, she chuckled almost self-deprecatingly as she slowly replied, “I do not know how the remains of the Primordial Beasts entered my Reality, perhaps, i once knew it but that knowledge is lost… however, i have a clue about their origins, and i suspect it greatly ties to you, Rowan.”

Not waiting for him to ask her any question, she quickly spoke as if eager to vomit out the knowledge she had hidden within herself for too long,

“Rowan, I believe you may have some misconceptions about the Primordial Beasts. You may see them as saviours or resistance fighters because they seem to be outside the web that binds all of existence, but that cannot be further from the truth. You are asking me about the jailers of the house you are planning to break into!”

Eosah’s voice was no longer a melody that could tantalize the senses; instead, it had transformed into the grinding of tectonic plates that spoke of eons buried in the bedrock of existence. “You are right. They are not in the Cosmic Record; they are its immune system. The guards over what you see as the prison that you believe to have shackled all of existence. Every Reality that is born knows this truth, and we know that except for the last Primordial Beast guarding the Cosmic Record, the rest are dead, and your astonishment is the same as mine when I discovered some of their corpses inside my Reality.”