The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1615

Chapter 1615: Hope Is Nothing

Resonating with the circles behind the manifestation of light and destruction, Rowan crossed through space to appear by Eva’s side. However, he was still millions of miles away because the pressure surrounding Eva had gained the attributes of the Supreme Circle, where everything was rejected from the space surrounding the master of the circle.

This trait was extremely important because it would keep away every outside influence from manipulating the flames of creation that were being born here. Because it was built upon a Primordial foundation, the Circles had inherited those strengths, building upon them to make something that stunned even the creator, Rowan.

Rowan was not cutting off all connections with the Circle, and he could force his way into it if he wanted, but that would be a waste of energy and a pointless exercise. He was focused on building something that would carry a pillar of creation, and he would gladly give away any benefit he might gain in order to make it happen.

He pushed his hand into his chest to remove the fifth ring of dust, and a slight grimace broke across his face before he suppressed it. Cutting out the Circles from his body was extremely painful and damaging, and it was a pain that Rowan could never get used to, but he endured it because no one else would be able to withstand this pain. freewёbnoνel-com

Rowan was poised to activate the circle when Staff spoke, and he paused his actions to listen to her. He could feel the tension in her spine building up for a while, a visible wave of disquiet arising from her spirit.

Her voice when she spoke was rough, as if she had been crying, but it steadily grew strong, and Reality seemed to pause alongside Rowan as he listened to her.

"I am here not as a representation of the Primordial Demon. He has made his promises, given his gifts, but I still don’t fucking care about all of it, I think he knows that, and it amuses him to keep trying. But he is going to be giving me one of the things I care about most in the world, and in payment he wants me to be here as a damned bargaining chip, he thinks my voice is valid, that it may change the direction that you are pushing all of us towards, but Primordial Demon does not know you. All of the damned Primordials do not understand what a monster you are, and somewhere inside of me, I had hope that things might be different when I entered Reality, but my greatest fears has come to pass. After all this time, I still forget hope is nothing."

Staff grinned at Rowan, "I hear you like songs and poetry, but I fucking hate that mumbo jumbo, but..." and then her smile faded, "... a poem occurred to me as I entered Reality, and I want to hear it. It is rough, but fuck you Rowan. I don’t care about your opinion on my poetic talents."

"My hope is just a hollow whisper in the dark,

a cruel taunt from a world that grinds dreams to dust. It’s the illusion that keeps me choking on air while the walls close in, the lie that tomorrow might be different when yesterday’s wounds still bleed."

"Hope is the weight of an anchor, not the wings I was promised. It’s nothing.

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