The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1990

Chapter 1990: You Should Not Have Challenged Me

Rowan’s body hung suspended on the Road of Eternity, translucent and fading like mist caught in a sudden freeze. The ascension had been a storm of chaotic tribulations, memories, emotions, sensations crashing through him in ninth-dimensional tides that no mind should bear.

He had pushed through, fusing with the Origin of Space, the Maw of Oblivion opening wide in his soul. He had succeeded and had become the Primordial of Space. For him, this was just the beginning; becoming a Primordial was to acquire the keys to open the treasure resting in his body.

It might seem like he was on the verge of success, but he was in greater danger than before, and every move he made from this point forward must be perfect, else he would lose.

He and Eos were rapidly sending large bursts of information between them, and a trillion plans were proposed and discarded, leaving just one they believed could work. The challenge they faced was not just the Abomination, on the verge of attaining the ultimate prize, everyone would be coming for them... everyone.

In the past few moments, they had become aware of so many truths, and they needed to thoroughly digest all they had come to know of Existence, their enemies, and take charge of what would happen next.

This was the final roll of the dice, and anything could happen.

The calm voice of Eos resounded in Rowan’s head, "The plan starts... now!"

Rowan grinned, and he began to fade. He wrapped the power of space around all of his Primordials and sent them to the location where they were needed, leaving him alone on the Road of Eternity. His actions came at the right time because, before he could vanish, eight pillars of light erupted around the Road of Eternity, and Limbo was frozen for countless trillions of light-years.

’Shame,’ Rowan thought, ’If I had been able to flee far from here, the burden on Eos would have been reduced. Well, who am I to take away his conquest? Now let me see the face of my enemies.’

Seven of the pillars resolved into forms that carried echoes of the fundamental laws of Existence, and they seemed to resonate with Rowan, who had become the first Ancient Primordial seen in a long time, especially given that there had never been a Primordial of Space before.

This resonance extended beyond this and touched on the deeper ties that connect the Primordials, Rowan, and the Abomination. In a better world, they would all be allies and siblings, but in this one, they were here to kill each other.

Rowan now knew the truth of their creation and his history. The seven Ancient Primordials, children of Enoch, born from the white Lumina that had rejected the golden stillness of their ancestors, the Luminious. Their wings were not pure light like the Luminious, but carried the colors of their Origin Forces, twisted reflections of the traits they had inherited and then corrupted in their madness.

He could have wings in this form, but Rowan chose not to; it would only draw the wrong attention, and the plans he was making were difficult enough as it is. Still, his attention was drawn to the last and unexpected member who was with the seven Primordials, and Rowan would have wished that he was surprised, but he was not. There were no eternal enemies, only benefits.

Death had chosen its side, and it had picked wrongly.

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