The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1588

Chapter 1588: The Black Blade

Inside Rowan’s dimensional flesh and soul was an upheaval that denoted the final moments of his ascension to the seventh dimensional level. His body was piecing together the final portions of his apotheosis.

These last sets of changes were so shocking that Rowan’s powerful consciousness went blank, and he slowly fell to his knees. His hands rested on the hilt of his Destroyer, which sank into the ground to arrest his fall.

Rowan’s head came to rest beside his hand as if he were asleep, and from a distance, he painted a haunting figure. It was of a sleeping warrior of such great size that it defied imagination.

The last remnants of Fate vanished from this space, and as it went, the power binding a portion of Bahamut’s strength vanished. In the distance, the four Primordial Beasts doubled into eight. Now he no longer had any distinct shape of flesh, but resembled a vast expanse of living lightning bolts that erupted with great roar as they fell upon Primordial Chaos, who did not seem to be at too much disadvantage despite the growing pressure against him.

Rowan had no way to know what was happening; everything was tied up in his elevation, but it was clear that if nothing changed soon, Prinordial Chaos was going to lose.

If an Old One were to enter this space, they would not be able to look in the distance where the battle between Primordial Chaos and Bahamut rages, but they would be able to see Rowan.

At this point, all his higher-dimensional energies were focused internally, so they would see a man with long red hair, like a celestial waterfall made from blood, leaning on his great sword as if asleep. A normal image, but that was thrown out of the window when Rowan’s size was taken into consideration.

Rowan was as large as Reality!

A red light flashed in front of his kneeling figure, but due to his size, it was hardly noticeable. From that flash, a tiny figure, Caine, the First Betrayer, emerged.

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For a time that seemed as long as an eternity, Caine waited, trapped in his flesh as he was ridden like a beast of burden by Primordial Chaos.

The experience for him was extremely unbearable, as he had gone mad countless times in this space where his mind was kept. The pain he had experienced could not be described, and his pleas for mercy could as well be screamed to the mountains; he would have received more consideration from them.

Anyone would have gladly taken the chance to be possessed by a Primordial because the benefits were endless. A single second in Reality was an eternity in the perception of a Primordial. Coupled with their Supreme understanding of every higher-dimensional force in existence, this was an opportunity that would take a mortal to the level of a Supreme Old One in an instant.

The problem here was that the Primordial in question was Chaos.

Rowan, whose perception of madness and sanity was extremely blurry at its best, had unequivocally declared that Primordial Chaos was insane. Perhaps the real body of Primordial Chaos outside Reality may be different, but what was inside Reality had become something incredibly foul.

His love for pain and every sort of negative mortal travails made every possession he took to become a singular affair, because the possessee usually killed themselves not long after, because it was the only salvation they could find.

Rowan had watched Primordial Chaos torture his body by feeding himself to creatures of pain that were at the eighth-dimensional level during the time of their discussion, which hardly took five minutes, but for Caine, those five minutes could as well be trillions of years, and the only solace he had was that it was not equal to the pain he had endured under the heels of Primordial Chaos due to the Primordial accepting most of the pain.

Caine knew that this was not because of mercy; Primordial Chaos wanted him to be in shape when the time came for him to strike.

However, his mind had long been lost to madness and apathy after the countless years, his consciousness was bound inside his body, when, a moment ago, the voice of Primordial Chaos, carrying so much power that he could not resist even if he wanted to, rang out in his consciousness,

"The time is here. Take his head!"

Caine opened his eyes, and for a moment, he was confused by what he was looking at. It took his powerful consciousness a while to resolve that the immensity in front of him was not another Primordial Domain but Rowan freaking Kuranes.

Every Primordial Domain was located inside Reality, yet they were bigger than Reality. Seeing Rowan like this, Caine fully understood why Primordial Chaos wanted him dead.

"Caine!!!"

There was some benefit in being possessed by a Primordial.