The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1943

Chapter 1943: Your Rights To Life Have Expired

After fighting so many battles over countless eons, Rowan had made battle into an art form, and he no longer had to deliberate on his actions; his body, magnificent and incredibly complex, already knew what to do, and every part of him worked together in harmony.

In the background was Eos, whose mind held everything in the palm of his hand; he directed the path Rowan was following, and Rowan reviewed it and saw that this plan was viable. He now had a weapon, and it was time to do the first test. All of these thoughts were instantaneous, and there was no delay from the moment he opened his eyes and began his battle. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Rowan heard the voice of Telmus, and it touched his heart, as he spoke what should be his dying words, "How many times have I given my life for you, but no matter... it is worth it."

’You have given me more than enough,’ Rowan thought, ’You have every right to rest.’

But Rowan would not accept it, and he placed a hand on Telmus’s shoulders, and with this contact, flooded the dying soul and essence with the vitality of Eos, a Will that could never be erased.

"Thank you," Rowan said, "But you can not leave, not yet. Your duty has not ended... Let me show you what this creature fears, and with this knowledge, know that it is not worthy to scrape the heels of your boot."

Telmus like Rowan was in sync to the tides of battle, and hearing Rowan’s words, he did not even hesitate, he reached across to the child and grabbed him, pulling him closer while grunting in pain as the hand of the abomination was wrapped around his heart and was crushing it, and so every move he had made had brought with it relentless tide of pain, but Telmus had to keep the abomination close, because he could sense that his heart, held in the grip of the abomination was changing from Rowan’s touch.

Knowledge was power, and this state of reality was fully expressed in the higher dimensions, where concepts were given form and wielded. Without understanding the proper nature of things, the immortals at this level had no weapon to fight.

The abomination had attacked using the dying cries of Hundun, which held the sorrow and inevitable defeat of the first Reality in existence. Now that Rowan knew the source of this danger, he did not have to blindly throw power into it in the hopes that he would be durable enough to withstand the blow. This was the path he had been taking most of his life, and now it was time to change that.

He understood what Enoch was about to use against him, and through Telmus’s heart, he responded.

The heart detonated. Not with fire. Not with light.

But with memory.

Every Reality that had ever been devoured in the name of the Abomination, every scream it had ever swallowed, every light it had ever extinguished, was shown to him, and for a moment, this memory gave it strength, and the face of the Abomination warped in confusion and exhilaration in equal measures.

Rowan had discovered that Enoch thrived off chaos, and displaying such a memory to him was nothing but feeding the raging inferno of his madness, but this was just a moment, because Rowan knew there was something more... something Enoch was denying... and he showed him the memory he was running away from...

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