The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1202

1202 False Identity

Of the 33,000 streams of time he had inside his soul, Rowan was using 11,000 streams to blanket the entirety of this continent and maintain his domain, and he could not predict what would happen when he used the entirety of his powers to impose his will on this space, plus since he had spread out the streams of time over a large area and had not superimposed it on a single location as he had done with the Shiik, Rowan could not truthfully tell if he would be able to suppress a seventh-dimensional entity.

For now, he was not willing to find out, because even if he could, what was before him here was simply a Memory and not the real thing, and because the Mother of Poison would not be staying here for long, he did not want to antagonize her further.

If he was a betting man, he would still bet that he would lose, because the higher dimensions were too expansive to be entirely shackled by quantity.

The blue serpent spoke to Rowan with a sing-song voice that was entrancing, "Do you know of me?"

He cocked his head to the side and touched the breeze that blew past him with his fingers, "Although it has been locked inside here since the Primordial Era, the wind itself speaks of your name, for they remember your presence, you are the Queen of Serpents, Mother of Poison, you are Shahmaran, the first daughter of Chaos."

The blue snake slowly flew up to Rowan, "You know of me, and so you should be aware that we are kin."

Rowan swiped his hand harshly to the side, "I am not a Chaos Blood no longer."

The face of the blue snake squeezed in disgust, "Those pathetic creatures are not worthy of being mentioned before your name. You mistake my intentions in coming here to meet you."

"Then speak them," Rowan said as he looked at the skies, "Or forever remain silent." Somehow the Calamity suns above seemed to be bigger, their nebulous sphere taking up a larger portion of the sky until everything you could see was their ebony glow.

This was not a visual trick, without Labaletai being her tether inside this world, Shahmaran would be facing the full might of its Will, the same way that Rowan had suffered under its suppression.

The blue snake smiled, revealing tiny sharp fangs that filled her maw, "The so-called Chaos Blood or Chaos Slaves are simply pawns. Chaos casts his intent into reality and it infects all manners of life forms. They are all useless to him because their potential is lacking. What do you think a great Primordial would want with a creature like Labaletai or the endless spawns of his intent that fill all of reality?"

The snake came closer to Rowan, barely six feet separating them,