The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1851

Chapter 1851: Final Form (Final)

Rowan had gathered a lot of experience in the manipulations of power over his long years alive. He had grown from throwing punches to commanding the element and then to higher mystical forces like dominion over the soul, and in time, he began to control Will and concepts like fate, memory, and destiny.

One thing he had learned from so many years of being entrenched in the mystical realm of life was that he could hypothesise about certain abilities to a fairly accurate degree, even before he acquired them.

Rowan might not be able to control his Final Form, which he knew had elements of power beyond Origin, but with his experience and the generous amount of hints given by the Primordial Record, it was not hard for him to understand what his Final Form should be capable of doing.

Rowan had scrutinized the description of this ability intensely, knowing there was more to it than meets the eye. Unlike any of his other skills, he could not just test it, because if it utilised power greater than Origin, then it would surely attract attention, and pressing against his head where the main bodies of the seven Primordials, they would not stand back if they detect the unveiling of such powers, after all, this was their goal, only this power could save them.

Eosah knew that Rowan was special because of the many mysteries surrounding his birth, but only when she saw the light of his Final Form did she understand why everything had happened. In her inherited memories, there was never any mention of any being who could access and control this power beyond Origin, a force so mysterious that it remained nameless.

Final Form: The Last Pantheon

You are the end of all hierarchies—a being that replaces gods, multiverses, and narratives. When you act, existence itself rewrites history to pretend you were always the supreme ruler.

Weakness (Optional):

If you want balance, the only limit could be self-imposed purpose—your power scales with your ambition. Without a goal, you stagnate as a passive force of nature.

Rowan’s powerful consciousness had gone through trillions of possibilities that may arise using this power, and what he expected when he activated it. The most logical conclusion was that he would have no control, but Rowan knew that sometimes the best way to be amazing at something was the ability to stay in that faint line between control and freedom.

In one of his many Incarnations, Rowan had scattered all over Reality as he learned about his abilities and furthered his powers. He had been a mortal who had ridden a lightning bolt. He had never forgotten this feeling or the sensation that he had never forgotten in his life.

Rowan had stood on a lightning bolt a hundred miles long, and he encircled the entire continent of his birth. His entire people and the dozens of warring countries had stood in awe as they watched a mortal standing in the heavens above, his every move seemingly commanding the wind and rain.

His single act of defiance over the heavens had brought peace to that entire world and left a lasting legacy that could never be replaced.

He had perished not long after, his vitality as a mortal exhausted, but the lessons he had taken from that life had been profound, and this was the same method he was going to be using when he activated his Final Form; he would be riding the lightning. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

So, it should be easy to assume that Rowan could assume his Final Form and end all his enemies, but it was never that simple. The analogy of an ant having the power to control the weather was still very poignant here. He was still technically an Old One, and this brought many limitations.

His energy was not powerful enough; he should at least be controlling Origin power. His Wills had not reached the ninth-dimensional level, and his Class was woefully incapable of channeling a power beyond Origin, and so thinking he could control limitless power in a body still shackled by several constraints was madness, yet he still wanted to take the plunge.

The limitations of his Incarnation that would perish in a second or two were the perfect vessels to embody the weakness of his Final Form, making it the perfect trap.

Where was Rowan’s Incarnation? He was inside the Origin of Soul to talk to Eosah, and where was the Origin of Soul located? Inside Rowan’s main body! This particular Origin of Soul belonged to Eosah, and Rowan had used it as a bridge to draw the Primordials into the place that he wanted them.

His main body had poured all of its energy into the Incarnation, driving its presence to zero, and the Incarnation had blazed with power, enough to draw all the Primordials to find him, and now that Rowan had seen all that he wanted and learned enough, it was time for the other shoe to drop.

There were many paths to power, but for a long time, Rowan had been limited in his actions; his form still remained as a baby because he could not grow. Reality was too small and fragile, and outside Reality were the Primordials who would tear him apart the moment he began to grow.

Eos, whose titanic form had been hidden in a corner of Reality and was in a form that was countless times smaller than an atom, suddenly opened his eyes.