The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1898

Chapter 1898: Failed Promises... Hopes and Dreams

"You are becoming wiser, but you are too late, Rowan. Let me talk to your main body; he is wasting his time with us." Primordial Life smiled, showing teeth that appeared to be rotting, but this was a trick of the light from the black blood that emerged from his throat after he was punched in the liver by the mortal.

Rowan blinked slowly, "I guess cutting you off from Limbo and accessing your powers is corrupting your ability to tell the accepted passage of time. You have no idea what is going on, and speaking with me is the same as speaking with Eos."

"Accepted?" Primordial Light whispered, drawing the gaze of everyone here, "So, the time stream that encircles the entirety of this Reality has been separated from Limbo."

"Took you long enough to find out," Rowan laughed, "but then, unlight these two Light, I had to loosen your bonds so you don’t perish. The method used to give you the powers of a Primordial while you are at the eighth-dimensional level is fascinating, and I am surprised how much I was able to learn from it."

Primordial Light coughed, "But this is what would make you kill me before them, is that not right, Rowan?"

Rowan looked at him deeply, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before he nodded, "True, for what I have planned for them, you are too fragile to survive it, but that is a mercy towards you."

"Ah, your sense of mercy is distorted, but you are giving me more than I deserve, no matter how much I hate you Rowan, I canstill apreciate that from you," Primordial Light turned to Primordial Life, "Unlike this fool, who believes that he still has control, even after we were abandoned as the prize for his coperation."

Primordial Life frowned as a light of anger emerged in his eyes, "Light, are you insane? Why would you tell him such a thing? You shame your roots!"

Primordial Light sighed, "I told him nothing; he figured it all by himself, and you should listen to him, Life. Maybe it would all make sense when it comes together in the end, or maybe I am wrong, I don’t care anymore, I am already dead."

Saying these words to Primordial Life, Primordial Light smiled, and the next moment his head fell from his shoulders, followed by the keen of a blade. Rowan had stood up, and as he did, he cut through the neck of the Primordial, severing his lifeforce so quickly that Primordial Life’s smile still remained on his face even as his head tumbled to the ground.

His body remained standing, and blood slowly spurted out from the cut on his neck. The chains connected to his body began to heat up and turn red as power was drawn from the Primordial’s body and sent elsewhere through the links on the chain.

Rowan sat back on the wooden anvil and plunged the blade into the head of Primordial Light, severing his brain in two and eradicating any fleeting sparks of light left inside of him.

"This is my mercy," Rowan whispered to the head, and then he turned to the two Primordials left, and he smiled.

Primordial Life and Memory paused, a flash of horror in their eyes. Rowan had casually killed Primordial Light with no hesitation, and they were reminded that this man was... brutal.

"Well, at least he had what he wanted," Primordial Life chuckled sarcastically.

He frowned when he noted they were standing on a golden pyramid that seemed to have been ravaged by war... this was the domain of Memory, no wonder he thought he still had a card left to play, how foolish. Primordial Life chuckled inside before he peered into Reality, and he gasped when he noticed what Rowan was trying to accomplish and why he had kept them alive for so long.

"This is a bold choice," he said, "I would appreciate it more if it were not all going to waste. I am sure that my main body would appreciate what you are doing here in the grand scheme of things, but in the end, the potential for disruption would be too great, and everyone here would pay the price of your ambition."

Rowan walked up and stood beside him, "The plan is for that not to happen." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"What is your reassurance that it will not?" Primordial Life asked curiously,

"Hopes and dreams," Rowan whispered.

Primordial Life was silent before he burst into laughter, "Ahhh... It would be a shame to kill you, Rowan. I hope my main body fights to keep you alive as a pet, after all you have seen... You still believe you have a chance."

Rowan’s smile disappeared, "I do have a chance, and they would be built with your bodies."