The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1505

Chapter 1505 The Map of Reality

Circe did not appear startled by his unexpected appearance her connection with Rowan deeper than most would expect or understand, but Archimedes nearly leaped out of her skin, hissing like a scared viper, the Lightning Kirin beat her small black wings with annoyance, and bolts of blue lightning illuminating the surroundings emerged from them before they faded into harmless sparks, she looked away with a little huff, her behavior was unbecoming for a higher dimensional being, Archimedes thought in despair.

"Welcome back Romion, and I am sorry for what is about to happen to Maeve, I trust that they shall pay for this transgression in blood and screams. Everything you asked for has been prepared, my lord,"

Circe spoke gently, the hint of fire in her tone could barely be contained, and Archimedes looked at her in confusion, not understanding the entire words being spoken by her mistress,

"The War Room is ready for your supervision."

Rowan nodded, the smile fading away from his face, he always tried to show a picture of gentleness when he was with his children, hiding the wrath and the pain inside his heart, but his connection with Circe meant that he did not need to do this, because she understood him.

"Lead the way."

Circe bowed and turned around, her blue dress swirling around her like a blooming rose as she began heading deeper into the Booze Palace, this building was small on the outside, but extremely massive on the inside, it contained areas that could not be accessed by others using fundamentals that were related to Rowan's ability to fold his dimensional space into a small area yet retaining all its internal volume.

Passing through many passages and doors that would confuse the mind of an average immortal even though this was not the point of their creation, Circe finally led Rowan to a nondescript wooden door that was similar to the hundreds that they had passed along the way and she opened it while stepping to the side.

Something flashed briefly on the surface of the door, and it was the image of the Tower of Greed, Rowan's Source Level treasure of Time that he had integrated with this door in preparation for what was to come.

This ensured that everything inside this room was cut off from the current flow of time and space, and because it was a Source Level treasure, Memory, Fate and Destiny was forbidden from entering this place.

If anyone searched for this room, it would not exist in their mental landscape, and Rowan wanted it to remain this way.

Within the room, there was simply a large table that appeared to be crafted out of wood, plus several similar chairs clustered around it. This table was similar in design to the one seen in the vision of Primordial Time's death, and Rowan recreated it as a symbolic gesture.

If a Primordial had been killed upon a table such as this one, then it would serve as a potent reminder of the task he was about to undertake, one where he would have to kill Primordials.

Walking to the head of the table, Rowan sat on the chair and glanced back for a bit as he noticed the seat was subtly transforming to fit his Aura.

From wood, its materials began to darken until it had the texture of charcoal, yet interspersed throughout its form were pale golden lines that resembled branches that wrapped around the entire chair—Creation in the midst of Destruction.

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