The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193: Prisoner Of Oblivion

These thoughts ran through Rowan's mind like a storm, and he found out that he was pushing more mental resources to handle these revelations than he had previously imagined he would be allocating.

He did not know if what he was thinking was the entire truth, it seemed almost too ridiculous, but he could not afford for it to be, at least not now when he could do nothing to affect or change this situation,

'As if life would ever be that accommodating,' he chuckled internally, finding it funny that he could find levity in a moment like this. He was kinda, becoming fond of his newly gained soul. Although Rowan knew he should not be focusing on these matters for now, because as far as he could tell, the rest of the Primordials were still invested in maintaining reality, if that was not the case then they would not have created the Supreme Era thus the Supreme Circles, and if they were still alive, Chaos and Time would never prevail.

All of these gave him a feeling of being a tiny cog in an incredibly vast machinery. The more mysteries of reality were unveiled, the more he understood that he knew nothing about it. This would have been exciting, if not for the incredible dangers that ignorance brought in a reality like this. When push came to shove, there would be no one to guide your hand, for now, he could only leave the continued existence of Reality and Time to the Primordials to worry about.

There would be a time when he could no longer ignore this problem, and something was telling him that that time was rushing ever closer to him, faster than he might have liked, but for now he had present dangers that he could not ignore because his choice or apparent lack thereof in this situation could be a spark that might lead to reality changing in a direction that was unknown.

What would the Eye of Time be able to accomplish with a complete Anima? Could he destabilize the entirety of reality? Would his actions here mean that Rowan was already playing on the stage with Primordials or was he just a pawn in the hands of something so above him that he never had a choice in the direction that his story might head?

All of these were superfluous thinking, Rowan cajoled himself, he knew that the Eye of Time did not show him anything or tell him anything without a meaning tied to it, and it was up to him to interpret that meaning in a way that would make him come on top, nothing else mattered for now.

This was apparent to Rowan when the Eye referred to its present state of existence as banished and not simply killed. Of course, the fact that the Eye of Time was here speaking to him should suggest that in a manner, Time was not dead, but the truth was never that simple from the start, and it was easy to make mistakes when the full picture was not before you.

When Rowan was still a fledgling powerhouse inside the universe he learned that the Primordial of Time was killed by the other primordials for unknown reasons, and he had even seen the vision of the body of Time pinned against the table beside a map and a bloody tea cup.

He had thought that this event was remarkable, but he had never doubted that the Primordial was dead, after all, he believed that with enough power, anything could be killed, and now after reaching his present height, he was not so sure that the concept of death could be applied to beings like the Primordial as he had once thought.

Rowan was unique but he did not fancy himself equal to the powers of a Primordial and for him, death was becoming a phrase that was slowly lacking meaning, and when he began to consider the powers that could be gained the higher one climbed the dimensional ladder he knew that the matter of death became more complicated.