The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1887

Chapter 1887: Cleansing Reality (7)

With all eyes here focused on him, Rowa brought up his right hand and opened his palm, manifesting a small yellow flame to hover above it gently, "This is a flame, for mortals, this provide them with warmth, a means to cook their meals, to light up the darkness and even for signalling purposes, but for them it can also be used for more, they could craft tools using this flame, use it to clear vast streches of land, apply it for defensive and offensive purposes, even for ritualistic purification... this tiny flames in the hands of mortals has so many uses,"

He glanced at the flame before looking back at his audience, "For us immortals, fire means much more, and I can mention a few, but I am sure that some of you will not be aware of what this flame can do. We can Soul Forge with flames, burning the impurities of our mortality to ash,"

Saying this, Rowan plucked a mortal from a random universe who was on the verge of death after he was betrayed and nearly killed by those he had called his family and friends. The moral could barely understand what was happening; his thoughts were most likely thinking this was one last hallucination before they perished. Rowan threw the flame into the soul of the mortal and, in front of every Nascent Primordial in the room, he made this mortal a god using nothing but a normal fire.

He tossed the mortal back into his universe, but in another galaxy, knowing that by the time it took him to return to his previous home, time would have made him wiser. Most likely, spending hundreds of thousands of years returning to his last home, all his enemies would be nothing but forgotten footstones in the sand.

However, Rowan was not done with the point he was making. "We can use the flame to reveal truth," he nodded towards Eva. Her fires were primarily focused in this direction, but even she had not tried using mortal flame in this manner.

"Fire can be made to bind and banish," Rowan conjured a Demon Lord, and an eighth-dimensional demon was helpless like a baby before tiny flames woven into runes that became branded in its body and soul. This Demon had terrorized a million universes and fed on the suffering of countless quadrillions; now Rowan had bound him with this flame, and his essence would revitalize a thousand more universes than he had ever destroyed.

"This flame can be used for Divination, to read the past and the future in the color of the smoke and in the hue of the flame. I can use it to open gates across space and time, to transfer life, to eat memories, or create a platform of ascendancy... one flame so many truths. Tell me, of all the uses I have mentioned, and this is just a small part of what I can do with a mortal flame, how many do you know and recognize?"

Telmus sighed, "You have made your point, Rowan. Even as a Primordial, I can see that there are still mysteries behind the smallest things in existence. I was wrong; we all are wrong about this."

Rowan shook his head, "No, you are missing the point, the Primordials know everything! Every trick I showed you with that flame, they can also do the same, and there are many more that they know about, which I also do not know. However, even their omniscience has a limit... for now."

Vraegar, for the first time, slowly spoke, "What do you mean, ’for now’?"

He rose into the air and gracefully turned around, gesturing with his hand as he made the walls above become transparent, and the rest of Reality was exposed to the gaze of the individuals present.

The eight lights representing his bloodline avatars were beginning to descend on what was left of the Primordial Domains, and massive shockwaves were starting to ripple out all over Reality as what was left of the Primordial forces were battling the descent of these great powers.

"These are the heralds of change, and surrounding this Reality is a cover that I made that would protect us from the eyes of the Primordials or anything else out there. We have a century to change existence as we know it, now..." Rowan turned back to the group, "Who is with me?"

"Are we ready for this?" Circe whispered, and by the side, Telmus responded, "No one can be ready for this, but we have to do it. What other choice is there?" A pause, "Rowan, we are all with you, take us and build the future."