The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2219

Chapter 2219: The Prison of Rowan

Eva could see the hands of Eos when she looked at any populated world, in the faint, constant haze of small unannounced gladnesses moving through the populace like motes in a sunbeam.

She did not speak of it to anyone. She had been close enough to Eos for long enough to recognize when a thing was meant to be unspoken.

Telmus, who reached the fifth layer of his Origin some three trillion years into the first age, long after most observers had given up expecting it, because Telmus had not seemed in any hurry, came to understand this joy from the other side.

His Origin was Victorious Ascension, and the fifth layer of this Origin, when it finally bloomed in him, gave him the sight of what holds people up when they should not be held up.

He saw, in every world of the new Tree, the small invisible buttresses that Eos was placing under the lives of beings who would otherwise have collapsed under their grief. He never told anyone what he saw, either. He simply added himself, quietly, to the buttressing, taking on a slow share of the work of holding ordinary people up, so that Eos could spend more of his own attention on the next move.

This was the task that the Primordials took unto themselves, and they did not need to follow any instructions because they could feel the hold of Telos inside them.

The worlds blooming on the Origin Tree were endless, and so the Primordials were faced with an eternity of endless wonder. Such a gift could only be repaid by taking care of the creations of the creator.

The first age was one of rapid enlightenment as millions of Primordials were being born every few billion years, and no matter which world they were born into, they all tried to find the ten thousand Origin Realm, the birthplace of Eos, and the seat of Origin, where his bloodline Avatars could be found.

There were even rumors that in the Origin Land, it was possible to find one of the creator’s Incarnations, his last Incarnation and the only connection with the realm of the lower dimension.

That was right, at this time, the revelation that there was a tenth dimension became known to all Primordials, but at this time, it was deemed impossible for anyone to reach.

Primordials could get stronger by reaching higher layers of their Origin, but from the birth of the Origin Tree to the end of the first age, no Primordial had exceeded the fifth layer of their Origin.

There was a theory that if a Primordial could reach the tenth layer of their Origin, then they could be a Proto-tenth-dimensional entity, but that theory was something that had to be substantiated many Cosmic Eras into the future because at this time, it was unknown if that could ever happen.

It was an age where there were countless changes and countless wonders. Various systems of power bloomed like stars in the sky, with some power systems so alien that they could not be seen as the path of dimensions any longer, but they all followed the pathway of Eos, and one way or another, they were looking for Telos... searching for their purpose.

In these vast and endless worlds, Vraegar did something none of the others did, which was that he carried the small white-haired child, the last Incarnation, Rowan, to a place he had built quietly for him in the depths of the first Origin Realm.

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