The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1227

Chapter 1227: I Alone Rember It

The words he spoke carried a weight that was almost impossible to describe, it told a nearly unbelievable tale about how all the achievement that Rowan had made since he left the

universe was done by a Reflection.

There were many ways to describe a Reflection, they could be called shadows, or vestiges, considered to be nearly useless in the large scheme of things. What was the use of a reflection in the mirror? Or the shadow at someone's feet?

The reason why the Third Prince and the rest of his ilks were so potent as Reflection was because their roots were incredibly potent. Being Reflections of the Eye of a Primordial was a status that most could never match in all of reality, and yet, comparing the actions of the Third Prince and those of Rowan, the differences would be clear.

This difference was so vast that it was able to fool even the Eye of Time.

The Reflection of Rowan had not fully confirmed his status until a short while ago, he finally accepted this truth when his dimensional flesh was completed and yet he could not find the path to ascension, something was missing, and he was a bit confused at first despite all the hints that he had been gathering all this while, but he knew what he was when the vortex inside his collapsing mental space released a breath.

This breath was the same as his own, but in comparison to his power, this breath was the sun, and he was barely an ember. There was an innate quality inside this breath that he lacked, a majesty that he could not match, no matter how closely he was related to the original, it could never be the same.

From the moment he left the universe of his birth, he had not heard the songs of his Angels, seen the smile of the Lady of Shadows, or opened his Primordial Record... all these while his mind had been subtly manipulated, memories trimmed and adjusted so that he could not miss those integral portions of himself.

The only person who could fool Rowan was Rowan.

Rowan glanced at his completed dimension after he went through all the troubles and gathered them together, its power was vast and ridiculously powerful, even though they were in a dormant state, all this power was enough to attract the fragment of a Primordial, and now he knew the truth and he nearly laughed in disbelief.

His dimensional flesh here was just a small piece of the whole... His main body had ruthlessly torn off a portion of his flesh and sent it out into reality, and even if he had fallen, he was just bait and a method to test the waters...

He would still send another Reflection if he failed, and if that one failed, he would send another and another until everything was completed in the manner of his choosing.

Rowan was brutal to his enemies, and also to himself as well.

"No, this is not possible, you can not be a Reflection!" the Eye of Time seemed to be growing mad, "I created Reflections... I know their capabilities... your essence, your powers, your soul! ... you cannot be a Reflection, all of this is simply a method to win this battle of the soul, hehehe, good job Rowan, you nearly got me, but you forgot I created Reflections!"

"And I improved on your formula, and it was rather simple. Unlike you, I am not at war with myself. I know my enemies, and they are legion." Rowan replied as this space they were in shook, the earth and the sky quaking.