The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1860

Chapter 1860: The Reason For It All

Rowan shuddered and took a few steps back uncontrollably. He would have collapsed if not for a stone chair appearing behind him, and he sat down ungracefully on it.

His consciousness hurt when he tried to piece together all the details of his life and how his one simple decision had changed everything he knew to be the truth.

Was it possible that perhaps everything that was happening was beyond his control, and his Fate and Destiny were never his own?

"I don’t... Understand," he whispered, his eyes red as he looked at the boy who observed him in silence.

At the moment, Rowan almost wished the boy were laughing at him; it might take the sting of this revelation away, but the boy remained in silence before sighing,

"I told you... You played with forces beyond your control, and the power of End is such that every change you make is severe and permanent."

"I don’t understand," Rowan roared, "How did my request to consume the Primordials make me the physical manifestation of the Cradle of Enoch? If that is the case, why am I stuck here fighting for my life against an unending rain of bones?"

"Oh, but you understand clearly, Rowan, you simply chose not to see." The boy snapped his fingers, and Rowan saw the vision of his battle against Primordial Demon that led to the destruction of the Great Abyss.

At first, he was a bit surprised that the boy had shown him this vision, but then he saw the reason.

Primordial Demon had struck Rowan with a power meant to end Realities and kill Primordials, and Rowan, flushed with the glow of his unending power, did not fight against the blow.

He allowed it to hit him.

He was not being arrogant; Rowan had simply been experimenting with the reaches of his power and tempering his Will, even if the methods he used would be considered insane. Still, this was not the reason that the boy was showing him this vision, but what happened when Rowan was essentially killed at that moment by that strike.

Allowing himself to die, Rowan had quickly returned to life, and he had not Willed himself back to life; he simply allowed his body and soul to take charge of itself, so he could be assured that in the event he was killed in its entirety, his mind and consciousness destroyed. He would still come back by sheer willpower alone.

This freed him from depending on his children or those who worshipped him, and it also freed his children of the obligation of always having the burden of being his last line of life if he were ever to be killed, marking a point where Rowan became assured of his invincibility.

Waving his hand around, the boy pointed out, "You have sixty-two million cosmic eras to slowly cut your teeth on the power of End. It would not be easy; your opponent, Enoch, is countless times more powerful than you and much older. He understanding of the way of End is matchless, and if not for his hubris, you will never even have the chance to stand against him... and you will need to stand against him Rowan, because Enoch is different. Don’t make me explain how he is different; you will have to trust me that none of your goals align, and if you wish to sit on the throne of truth, then seize every advantage you have."

Rowan closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them, a weird light shining in the core of his bright blue eyes. "So, if I am getting your message clearly, I am now the Cradle of Enoch, yet my perception is locked in this place. Where is this?"

The boy scratched his head, "When I told you I created this place, that is not actually true. I just seized a portion of it and gave you administrative rights over it. Um, this place was created by Enoch," a pause, "What, dont look at me like that, you were flooded with Enoch’s End, and I had to do the best with what I had to work with, in fact, you should be thanking me, because I gave you more than you asked for... You wanted to eat Primordials, but you don’t understand what Primordials are. If you did, you would not have made that silly request."

"I am not judging your decisions, only waiting to hear the entire truth," Rowan spoke slowly. At this point, he would be a fool to antagonize this boy who was clearing away the last mysteries about existence.

"Good, because I went above and beyond my stipulated task for you."

"And why did you do that?" Rowan asked with genuine curiosity.

"Tch, is it not obvious?" the boy snorted in disdain, "I wanted to taste your cooking."

Rowan slowly blinked, "Right... my cooking."