The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1578

Chapter 1578: Gate of Madness (1)

On his throne, Rowan did not react to the words spoken by Primordial Chaos, even though they were awfully familiar to him and cut close to his heart.

More than a million years ago, when he first confronted the Third Prince as a mortal above the planet Jarkarr, his battle with that foul Reflection of the Eye of Time had led to the last living essence of his mother, Elura, breaking away from his control for a little while.

At that time, Rowan danced with her and cried with her, and she set him on the path to conquest when she told him that the power controlled by the Third Prince exceeded anything he could ever find inside this universe. freewebnσvel.cøm

Even though she asked him to kill her before the Third Prince imprisoned her again and used her influence against him, he refused and promised to show his mother a strength that would defy the comprehension of his enemy. Rowan had succeeded many times over, and he believed that even though his mother had not been here to see it, her belief in him was so strong that she was able to understand what he would become in the future.

These memories seemed so long in the past but were always on his mind. One of the first things his mother had told him was,

“My child, how much you have grown.” Of course, she also insisted that Rowan find a woman and quickly give her many children, and he succeeded and also failed in that aspect. He would have loved to find a wife when he was a mortal, but he grew too quickly, and he knew there was no one in creation who could stand beside him as he developed; he would leave them behind in the dust.

How could he hope to share a life with anyone when they could not comprehend even a fraction of his presence?

However, Rowan did not think that he had lost out on much. In the many incarnations he had made over the years, he was able to love and experience love as a mortal, even as an Angel, and all things pass away in their due time.

All these thoughts passed through his mind in a flash as he regarded Primordial Chaos. Others had referred to his growth over the years with similar statements, but he knew that when Primordial Chaos spoke these words, he was directly referring to the exact moment his mother had said them to him.

The Primordial had used the same inflection in his voice to one hundred percent match those of his mother; even the little smile he made at the moment he spoke was an image of Elura’s own.

Rowan’s spirit was not shaken. He chose to take the words of this Primordial as a good thing in the sense that Primordial Chaos was revealing part of his hand to Rowan, and he had to answer in kind. His response could not be any less, or he believed that Primordial Chaos would immediately attack him.

Them sitting together with a cordial atmosphere around was simply a farce; a grand battle was on the verge of erupting if Rowan missed a single beat, but his heart was calm, and he lazily replied,

“Ah, my growth. I have had no choice but to grow fast, Chaos. Leaving the lower realms to this place, it is easy for one to forget the many events of the past, don’t you think so? It is almost as if something snatches it from the mind.”