The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1948

Chapter 1948: The Architects of End

The method Rowan used when he looked at an individual went beyond the physical aspect, as a higher-dimensional being, appearances were nearly useless, as any powerful immortal would be able to transform into anyone or anything if they wished to do so.

Rowan used the soul and aura of an individual to identify them, not their physical appearance. The person standing here before him had the exact same aura and soul as the Noctis he knew, and there was almost no way that he could be deceived.

At this moment, Eos, who was overseeing the entirety of Reality, had turned his gaze to Noctis on the Road of Eternity, who had jerked a bit when Rowan identified the second Noctis inside this temple, and this was the final nail in the coffin.

Rowan tried to go through everything he knew about Noctis, and he saw that the greatest contradiction in his story that he had brushed aside due to his ignorance was the length of time that Noctis had spent outside Eosah’s Reality, but that was not the most damning aspect.

Noctis had told Rowan that the Primordials spared his life out of their sick fetish to see him suffer because he was the one who pushed the inhabitants of Reality to open their hearts to the invasion of powers outside their Reality.

He also said he traveled across Limbo until he got the chance to find a Crow of Death, and he joined the banner of the Beast of Final Rest. It was a good story, a perfect one for deceiving Rowan, who understood what it meant to be lost, and he accepted Noctis’s rage and pain and gave him the power to fight for himself.

Rowan was shocked, but he knew that when he began pulling the final threads, there would be opposition to his ascension, and everything that had been locked away from him would be revealed as they tried to stop him, and now, one by one, the last of the shadows would be dispelled.

Before all of this was over, Rowan knew that he would be hurt terribly by what he was going to find, but it was okay. It was better to be knowledgeable in a storm than to be foolish inside a castle.

Rowan regarded Noctis before him with a cold gaze, even though he accepted that he would be facing a lot of revelations when he began his actions, the knowledge still hurt and made him angry.

Noctis’s face was the same, yet different: the left half was the Noctis Rowan remembered, the right half was carved from the same frozen memory as the temple’s. His eyes were twin event horizons.

Now Rowan understood how Noctis and whoever stood here was able to survive being this close to the mysterious hammer and forge; they had made this temple a part of their flesh and soul, making them essentially a part of the temple... like Sheba.

Rowan shivered. Was there another of his Primordials who was part of this group?

"Little archivist," Noctis said, and his voice was the sound of a door closing on every dream, old and decrepit; it was as if he had not opened his mouth for many Cosmic Eras. "You were never meant to find this place."

Rowan’s wings flared, and a sound like ten billion extinct worlds screaming in unison emerged from his wings,

"You betrayed me."

"No," Noctis answered. "I fulfilled my mission and performed my task the way it should go. Do not bother blaming the Noctis that you know; he does not have any idea of my presence, and he never should, because knowledge of me would draw him to my side, and one of your helpers would be lost to you."

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