The Primordial Record

586 Arising [End Of Vol. 3]

The Primordial Record must be in a particularly ecstatic mood for Rowan did not have to check the details for this new Ability and already it was given to him.

There was a grand tapestry of the past and the future being drawn before him by each new knowledge he acquired, and Rowan knew that if he continued on this path, he would soon understand the true mysteries of all of reality, even those that were hidden.

The understanding of the Singularity he controlled became deeper. It was indeed a Record.

So many new changes and revelations had just been revealed, as Rowan was sure he just discovered the Name of the Ruler of the Celestials, a Primordial called %$-√π•.....

Now that was weird, he could see the name of this Primordial inside his Primordial Record, but when he tried to call out his name or even think about it when his perception left the pages of the Singularity, it vanished from his consciousness.

Rowan frowned, this occurrence troubled him greatly. Perhaps it was a good thing that he could learn about his father from the Spirit Matrix Gate, or else, it would seem that for beings of such great powers like the Primordials, even knowledge of their name was wiped from the collective consciousness of everyone.

Then how was he able to know and understand and perfectly recall the name of Chaos without any issue?

Was it because he had the blood of chaos inside him, or was it because Chaos was imprisoned and therefore his influence on Reality had waned or it might just be that Chaos might not be the true name of this imprisoned Primordial, it might just be his title.

Or an even more scary thought was that since every universe was a part of Chaos, he did not need them to forget his name for they were already living inside his body.

Nevertheless, the Lament of Celestial Aspect had revealed a hidden truth about the past to him.

Endirius was said to be the first Supreme Mage and he created the Magus Civilization, now he understood the root of that power and where the glory of the Supreme World of Mages originated from.

Endirius was nothing but a thief who stole power from a Primordial, but Rowan did not look down on him for this action, it was quite the opposite, he applauded the strength of mind and the tenacity of his Spirit to be able to accomplish a feat like this.

A Primordial was an existence that even Rowan could not fully comprehend, and he did not know how much was needed from an individual to be able to successfully steal from one of them.

What was even more astonishing was that he had hidden more from the gaze of the Primordial and there was more power hidden inside the Flame he stole.

'Perhaps, Endirius has a Singularity.' Rowan jokingly thought.

He mentally shook his head, putting away his speculations, he would focus on those later as he explored the power of the Lost Flame, an ability that was born from the Lament of Celestial Aspect.

Rowan suspected that the day he was able to perfectly destroy the Intent of Chaos inside his body, then he would learn the full truth about a Primordial.

He briefly went through his newly inflated Attributes and almost shuddered at the insane growth of his Attributes, it was no wonder that he could easily subdue the Demon Prince in his weakened form.

Eruption had grown reaching 58%, and with every single-digit growth of this ability, his overall lethality exploded, coupled with his new stats, Rowan almost wanted to go and challenge Trion at this moment, but he understood that would be foolish. He had a greater enemy.

Was this finally enough to stand against his father? If it was not…

Rowan's eyes suddenly lit up, as he pushed for the Upgrade of Sheol to the Third Supreme Circle using a Single Soul Point.

"This is just the beginning! If it is not enough, then the Third, the Fourth! The Fifth! The Sixth! Until I crush you beneath my heels."

He had anticipated slowly consuming the Cerulean Galaxy over a year long period, but the unexpected application of his Intent and the Astrolabe Chamber, in addition to the surprising changes brought on by his Spirit Martrix Gate reduced that conquest to a single day.

He was so far ahead of schedule, he could push for higher levels.

The Primordial Sea of Darkness that was still before exploded as the City of Sheol began to advance.

The light erupting from it was so bright it rivaled every star in the universe.

"At the Third Great Circle, I shall acquire a rudimentary control of this bloodline, let me see the surprises in store for me."

Shario was sitting on the top of a mountain watching the stars begin to glow with their beautiful light once more, as the darkness lifted its heavy hands covering their rays.

She understood that this meant Tenma had fallen, and she laughed self-deprecatingly.

They had lost. She was dying in vain. In every battle she had ever fought, all her hopes and dreams Shario carried were wrapped up.

This time yesterday she was sitting in her Throne Room and an entourage of a million devotees was standing before her temple. Most of them had set off on a century-long pilgrimage to make it to her temple, they brought with them gifts from a thousand worlds and they brought their worship.

They would sacrifice their kin and loved ones for just a bit of her power… she had truly been a god just yesterday.

A creature of seemingly endless power and life.

The sound of her voice would have been enough to appease them for the rest of their pitiful life.

They gave so much to her and she returned so little. Strange that up till now she had never once thought of this dynamic in their relationship, why should she do that?

Safe in her so-called omnipotence and she had shunned them when the summon from her fellow god came to her.

Her life was everlasting, she thought, her glory was eternal. They would wait.

"Aahh, if I could have one last chance, I would hear their prayers, at least once.

She slowly approached death and a tear slipped from her eye.

Shario felt so cold… Regret filled her heart with stabbing nails that made them bleed.

A hand made from shadows touched her by the shoulders, and the voice of a woman entered her ears.

"I can give you the chance you crave. What are you willing to pay for it?"

END OF VOLUME 3.

Wow... Another volume wrapped up.

I could not have made it to this point without you my dear reader. I don't know the medium you use to consume my work, but I know over the months we have slowly created a subtle connection.

The Stories and adventures of Rowan Kuranes bind us together, and although we are most likely in different parts of the world, I would like to think that anytime you open a chapter of my book, we are connected, in a manner that I'm slowly learning to truly appreciate.

Volume four would be massive.

Fingers crossed, you have never seen anything quite like what I have in mind.

No plot point would be discarded, every story element introduced has its moment, and in the end, the battle between father and son would break the universe to its knees.

See you guys tomorrow.

BrickTrader.