The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1927

Capítulo 1927: Breaking My Last Chains (2)

CRADLE OF ENOCH (45 Million Cosmic Eras in the past)

Rowan hurled his broken body into the cave, knowing that the only reason he had not collapsed was that Enoch had stopped consuming his blood, and now the entire field of bones stretching for infinity was covered by a sea of red, painting a picture that was enough to bring a god to madness.

He had waited for two hundred thousand years without speaking for Enoch to complete his shocking tale, but he remained in silence; apparently, the shock of revisiting that memory held this being in its clutch.

Rowan had already mastered the seventeenth layer of his nameless techniques, and despite the words from Enoch, he was not going to wait or stop his actions, because he knew that the greatest cards he had to play in this situation was his unique capabilities of consuming these bones, which apparently were the remnants of all existence that had perished, either naturally or through the actions of the Primordials or other higher powers.

Enoch had revealed many revelations to him, and he did not know if he should believe any one of them, not without the means of verification that the strange fire inside him was capable of giving him. However, Rowan did not necessarily care if they were truth or lies; he knew a distraction when he saw it, and understood that with so much at stake, there was no room for negotiation, and this dance he and Enoch were doing was simply a way to find out as much weakness from the other as possible.

Sure, Enoch might have told him the truth, but Rowan was not a fool; he knew that the greatest tool for manipulation had always been truth. Enoch had told him that telling Rowan the truth would aid him, and Rowan could understand how this might come to be.

Enoch had told Rowan that he was the Primordial Record, but whether this was truth or lies was irrelevant, because the one thing that Rowan was at this time or any point in the past was raw potential and endless capacity for growth and change.

From a mortal being, he was able to evolve himself to a level where he became a fusion of Primordial and Reality, and his potential was not exhausted; instead, it was increasing.

Simply put, it did not matter if Rowan was the Primordial Record; if Enoch could place enough of his truths into the way he saw himself, then Rowan would find himself tending more towards that path.

There was a reason that out of all the places inside Eosah’s Reality that he could have been born, he was placed in Trion, and the first path he was exposed to was one of the Dominators and the path of Empyreans. At this point, he may not have known it, but his path had been set.

If he were born anywhere else, then it was possible that he would never have become a Reality but something different, but every truths he was exposed to, shaped the way he looked at the world and how he approached challenges.

Entering the cave, he collapsed onto his wooden throne and looked up at Enoch, who sat on his throne of nothing and had not moved a single inch, even after eighteen cosmic eras. For the oldest being in creation, such a drastic length of time must mean nothing to him.

“Your guts, Rowan, are astonishing. Knowing how easily I could have killed you, that journey to carry more weight of existence was a mistake on your path.”

Rowan shrugged, “But you did not kill me Enoch,” a pause, as Rowan decided to hit the nail on the head and begin to steer this conversation in the way he wanted, he had given Enoch enough time to show his cards, it was time for his own, else Enoch would see him as a piece on the board, and not a player, and in this place being a piece was a dangerous prospect,

“You want something from me, Enoch, and that gives me leverage, enough to know you are not going to attack me until you have what you want. You have shown me visions of the present, of the Reality I left behind, but I know you are not showing me everything. Correct me if I am wrong, but something has changed… so drastically that you had to pivot, and the plans you had for me could no longer apply.”

Enoch was silent for a while his black eyes like the pit of an abyss showed no expression and he suddenly sneered, “Of course things have changed,” he waved his hand and Eosah’s Reality appeared inbetween them, showing Rowan the present state of Reality, “Your main body and his Incarnation are the worst kinds of enemy, they play with forces they do not understand… You see that road he has created, what does it remind you of? Look at the foundations of the road and the underlying concepts, the Primordials are paying the price while Reality harvests the benefits… Do you now understand what this means?”

Not waiting for Rowan to respond, Enoch growled, “That is the power of End!”