The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1585

Chapter 1585: Counter Strikes

Bahamut’s battle with Rowan followed a predetermined path, but Rowan had broken this path by introducing Fate into the equation, something that Bahamut could never have conceptualized into their confrontation.

To rebalance the board, Bahamut had called upon Primordial Memory and Primordial Light to block Rowan from accessing the ninth-dimensional realm of Fate, but Rowan had another counter in place as he summoned Primordial Chaos.

Primordial Chaos was the closest to this space, and before entering it, he had made sure that the call of Bahamut would not be able to reach Primordial Memory and Primordial Light. He was expecting to be able to feast on this Primordial Beast in relative peace.

For Rowan, what happened next was extremely crucial because he knew that Primordial Chaos, after entering this space, would not allow him to reach the seventh-dimensional level.

If Rowan were simply a minor immortal who was going to be accessing the broken strings of Fate made by the Primordials to govern this Reality, then Primordial Chaos would have allowed him to proceed. Still, Rowan was going after an Origin of Fate—a power outside the dominion of any Primordial.

Summoning Primordial Chaos was a risk, but Rowan was betting that, unlike the other Primordials that Bahamut could work with to fight against him, there was one that the Primordial Beast thoroughly hated the most, and that was Primordial Chaos.

Rowan used Primordial Chaos to stop Bahamut from summoning other Primordials and to stop Primordial Chaos from killing him. Rowan also used hatred for the Primordial Beast Bahamut.

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Before Primordial Chaos had entered this realm created by the Primordial Beast, he had asked Rowan what he wanted in return for such a great gift as a living Primordial Beast, and Rowan’s answer was direct,

"I want half."

Primordial Chaos had not even hesitated before he said, "Agreed!"

Rowan should be pleased, except he was not. He knew this Primordial was aware of his Will of Truth, but perhaps he did not fully understand how it worked. Or maybe the vessel he was inhabiting could not mask his intentions perfectly, but Rowan could sense a dissonance in that answer.

Primordial Chaos would not hold to his agreement. Knowing this, Primordial, Rowan would not be surprised that Chaos knew his lies were plain to Rowan but did not care to be convincing.

In the end, it did not matter much to Rowan because he was not in the business of strengthening his enemies.

The game here was simple: be the last man standing.

Rowan had no idea that the Primordials considered him an equal. He was a slightly more fascinating insect, and if there were other Realities outside this one that had been plundered by them in the past, then there was a possibility that someone like him had existed before and had been killed off by the Primordials.