The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2095

Chapter 2095: Reaching The Edges of Existence

Time passed, and Eos did not bother to check how much of it was going by. He was noticing that as he grew older, a faint aura was growing around him that he could not fully grasp, but one thing it seemed to do was that it made the passage of time nearly meaningless to his mind.

Eos’s eyes were growing brighter, and his disposition was becoming more open; it was almost as if the invisible weight of time that all immortals carried was being washed away from his body, making him resemble a bright-eyed youth as time passed. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The older he was, the younger his soul became.

Eos did not fully understand why this was happening to him, but he was almost sure that it was a result of an unknown power born from the mutation of so many impossibilities inside one flesh.

Perhaps this was the direction for his growth as he grew older; Eos would not know; he was the first of his kind, and there was probably not going to ever be anyone like him until the end of all things.

He sat cross-legged in midair, and all the techniques he had created surrounded him like a storm of light, and now and then he stretched out his hand to catch one, and bring it before him, and a round of deciphering would begin, and before long, the technique would collapse into light, and Eos would draw it into his nose and digest them.

For a wizard to cast a fireball, he would have to have sturdied everything a being of his level would know about flames, and he needed incantations, props, tools, a proper Mental Space, and so many small but necessary requirements for the wizard to cast a ball of fire.

However, for a phoenix, this knowledge was integrated into its genes at birth, and from the moment the bird opened its eyes, fire was its to control.

Eos had spent so much time creating countless techniques for the manipulation of the Proto-Dimensions, and when he was done, he became like the wizard, but in his case, he was a wizard with all the knowledge about fire, and there was no single spell of flames he did not know.

For anyone else, this would be enough, but for him, it was just the beginning. He was not going to need techniques; he would be ingraining this understanding into his consciousness. Like the phoenix, he would not need techniques to master flames.

This state of being was no longer strange for him, from the third dimension to the ninth, Eos’s control over these dimensions was flawless and instinctive. It was one of his biggest advantages he had against all other Primordial beings, and why most techniques would not work against him twice.

Years passed, and he reached into the space beside him, collecting technique after technique, until he reached out one last time, and there was nothing to collect, making him smile.

Of course, with his consciousness power and perfect memory, he knew there was nothing more to collect, but the mortal instinct of Rowan still remained, and as his soul grew younger, he began to find little happiness in harmlessly pranking his mind.

A memory of the voice of his mother drifted into his mind, "All you have lost, my son, would be returned to you in time, and your lovely smile would light up the world again."

He shook his head and stood up from the position that he had remained for who knows how long, and he thought of checking the state of the Origin Realms, but decided that he wanted to finish what he had started.

In this manner, he descended through nascent dimensional folds, and passed flickering dimensions at the edge between birth and death, and descended past oceans of what resembled realities, and then he was enveloped by a vastpool of silence as everything that was of Existence passed above him, and still he descended deeper.

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