The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1962

Chapter 1962: Aura of End

Noctis turned to look at Rowan, a weird light in his eyes, but Rowan did not care what Noctis was thinking at this moment because he was in awe of what he was witnessing.

Landing on the ground, Rowan had expected to see more of the temple layer, but not an entire starry sky that stretched into infinity; it was as if there were another existence beneath the one he knew.

His perception tried to reach for the heavens to touch these stars and know if they were Realities or something else, but certain unknown restrictions in this place or the laws that guided this area prevented his consciousness from rising for more than a few million miles... this was clearly not enough for him to understand the entire truth of what he was witnessing.

Rowan had kept his wings unfurled behind him all this time, but the moment he set foot in this place, his wings shrank into his body without his control. It was as if the concept of wings did not exist in this place, and so it was banished from existence. Of course, if he wanted, he could forcefully recall his wings, but there was no reason to do such a thing here, especially as the connection with Eos was now incredibly faint.

With this link, Rowan knew that, at least, no matter how faint, there was still a connection with existence and his main body, and he was not alone.

Rowan peered around, noticing that in this place, he could not fly, and he frowned as he looked around him for the tunnel that they used to enter this place, and it was gone.

"How do we leave this place?"

Noctis did not reply to him; he continued walking ahead for a few more minutes before he stopped, and although Rowan did not see anything there before, a closed door had appeared in front of Noctis.

The door hung a few inches off the ground, and there was nothing behind it, yet the feeling of weight that it carried was palpable. If Rowan closed his eyes, he would almost believe that this door was the gate of a dam holding back enough water that could flood all of Existence.

"This is as far as I go," he said. His voice was gentle, almost apologetic. "This holy ground would allow no one past this threshold who still carries traces of the Origin in their bodies. I have no more Origin in me, and after your baptism, you will have none."

"You did not answer my question," Rowan said, "How can we leave this place?"

"Noctis shrugged, "The only way to leave is to go further in. You want the truth, there is a price for something that valuable. Walk through this door, and find it out for yourself. Only then would you be able to withstand the Aura of the Artifacts above, and be ready for your destiny."

"My destiny?" Rowan cocked his head to the side.

Noctis smiled, a weird light shining in his eyes, "If you know the truth, you become one of us, or you can remain in this place for all eternity, take your time to think about it, in this place you have nothing but time... little archivist."

Then he stepped back, and darkness swallowed him, leaving Rowan alone.

He could not say that he was not expecting something like this. Threatening a being as powerful and old as these Architects would usually lead to one outcome, and that was they would lash out.

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