The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1910

Chapter 1910: Experiment With End (Final)

"It started softly, but I was too drunk on the allure of my creation to care."

After all this time, Rowan had acclimated to the vision of the past, and now the voice of Enoch was in the background, and the memories of that time took center stage in his consciousness. And Rowan knew instinctively that this memory could not be faked, and Enoch could no longer hide anything from him. The truth had a certain momentum, and after a threshold was crossed, there was no longer anything holding it back.

Rowan could see it; in the distance was a bright violet star, so massive that the present size of his body would be lost inside of it, and if he wanted to travel across this entire star, it would take him thousands of years, even with his greatest speed that made the speed of light appear like the crawling of a snail.

This star flickered when Enoch looked away, as if unsure whether it was allowed to exist without his constant attention. Not far from the star was a glass forest whose melodies were beloved by Enoch, and its song paused midnote without Enoch’s ears listening to it; even the many new gods who were aware of a vast presence watching all over existence began to sense that he was becoming more distant.

But Enoch had not fully understood what was happening, this were minor incident in an ever increasing expanse, and Enoch did not concentrate on what was behind him, he kept pursuing infinity and scattering new creations, delighting in every new things he was making... he had long forgotten to check if the price he had paid for the miracle of creation had run out, because a part of him believed that it would never end.

Not once did the process of creation feel strenuous, and Enoch could not understand why the magnificent power of End would ever have a limit; a thought like that was almost blasphemous to the senses.

However, even though he was not paying attention, the thinning continued, and Rowan was watching everything firsthand.

At first Enoch who had lost his wings still retained his beauty and vitality, his long white hair were luscious and bright, signifying his esteemed bloodline and power, Rowan was well aware that the bloodline of the Luminious should be ranked as the greatest bloodline to ever exist, and existence as it was should not be able to create or hold this bloodline anymore, because for a bloodline like that to exist, then this existence must change, and if for any reason tha bloodline appeared, then it influence would slowly change all of existence, transforming it into a realm of order.

Enoch had lost a lot of power when he cast away his Wings of Lumina, but he was still incredibly powerful, and judging from the memories, Rowan believed that Enoch, even without his wings, was strong enough to challenge and kill all seven of the Primordials in the present, including his main body.

Yet as he watched, he saw the white hair of Enoch turned black before it started to whither away, his body that was perfect and filled with strength began to shrink and slowly but surely, Enoch was losing his immortality and growing old, but he did not care... creation in all its wonders was at his fingertips and he kept pushing, the mad light in his eyes growing stronger with every passing moment.

The awareness of how deeply he had fallen came to Enoch when he created a world, which was a sphere of living fire where mountains screamed and rivers wept diamonds and tried to touch it the way he once touched the crystal spires of the Luminous.

He wanted to feel the heat, to press his palm against a volcano and know he had made it... and his intention passed through the planet like breath through smoke. The volcano kept erupting, indifferent.

For the first time since the end, panic flickered in what remained of him.

Enoch turned inward, and what he saw made him scream, but no sound emerged from his throat.

His actions stirred the void, forcing existence to stretch and expand faster than it should have, until it became faster than he had once calculated when he saw the expansion of this realm for the first time. By now, the present state of existence was already a million times greater than his previous realm, and Enoch had filled it all with endless creation.

Enoch wanted change, but this change was supposed to serve his amusement, he was not creating for the act to take from him; he was creating for the act to serve his needs.

Aware of this, Enoch stopped his act of endless creation and decided to pull back his power, and he discovered to his horror that End did not accept refunds.

He was like a rubber band that had been stretched beyond its limits, and he discovered that he no longer had any elasticity to rebound back to his previous self. But the bad news had not ended.

The power of End surged through him without permission now, like a tide that had learned his name. His fraying thread vibrated with it. A new galaxy spiraled into being against his will, full of worlds where gravity sang opera and the stars were made of regret. He felt himself pour into them, thinning further.

He screamed and screamed but his horror was quiet. Enoch had long passed the threshold, and even if he wanted, creation would not stop until every part of him was gone.