The Primordial Record

Chapter 1195: Origin of Soul Bloodline



With every revelation from the Eye of Time came doubt about its full control of the situation. Rowan recalled what the Eye of Time had told him as an introduction that had placed him on a back foot,

"I have eaten the souls of the Shadows, so I know you, Rowan. I have watched your birth, I have watched you fall, and I have watched you rise again and again. Every secret of yours is known to me... your powers, your armies, your... black book. I know the way you react to threats and the methods you use. I know why you are here now, confused about the present and the past yet knowing nothing but to move on. I know you Rowan, I know you, child, better than anyone can know you,"

Those words had placed Rowan in a mental space that was entirely defensive, he should not be blamed for this reaction, since the deaths of the Shadows of Time, Rowan had felt he was finally free from those who knew his secrets, and for a moment he had panicked as he tried to find the solution to this problem.

The Third Prince and the rest of the Shadows were partly responsible for his birth, and even the descent of the Primordial Record, his greatest treasure had been realized before their foul gaze, his torture and mental manipulation, including separating pages of his Primordial Record had all been done by them, and after controlling his fate for so long, the scars they had left still remained.

With everything that he had experienced in life, the Shadows of the Primordial held a large stake in all of them, and if he had been capable of getting nightmares, the Third Prince and his cohorts would have filled them.

This declaration from the Eye had destabilized Rowan for a while, and the various revelations from the Eye about the secrets of reality, each one more earth-shaking than the one before, further pushed Rowan away from his edge, increasing his wariness and susceptibility, and if the Eye had continued on this path, it would have succeeded in influencing Rowan's thought process with just these few words, but luck was not on its side and it made one too many mistakes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Rowan was like a slippery snake that the Eye had held by the neck, every word and action it had been making was to tighten that choke hold on his neck, and every mistake loosened it.

The fact that it was able to throw Rowan off for so long was a testament to the wisdom of the Eye, but sadly for the Eye, it was not enough.

Rowan had soon figured out the massive hole in the words of the Eye. Of course, it knew him better than anyone else in existence, even better than Elura his mother, if it had consumed the souls of the Shadows which was a claim that was hard to believe, but Rowan would give the Eye the benefit of the doubt in this instance because the Shadows had come from it, and instead of devouring, Rowan thought the true words would be returning to their roots.

It was clear that the reason the Eye would never use those words, was since it would throw open the fact that its hatred for Rowan was supreme, which should not be surprising. If the Third Prince, Golgoth, the Great Worm, and Erohim were all parts of the Eye, then their combined hatred would be similar to what this Eye had for him.

Killing the Shadows was just the first step, now he had to kill what had projected those shadows, and like its shadows, despite its power, its favorite weapons had not changed in the slightest, deception, but it should have learned better, and Rowan would be teaching it that lesson once more.

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The advantage was slowly shifting towards Rowan unbeknownst to the Eye.

Everything it knew about him was old news, and despite it knowing better than anyone how quickly Rowan could evolve, it did not help its case because Rowan had changed so drastically, that even the Primordial Record could not understand what he had become.

This massive change was born when Rowan remade himself from his foundations and became a living dimension. His skills, abilities, powers, everything had transformed, and what the Third Prince knew about him and the Primordial Record was old news.

The moment before his Transformation to his dimensional flesh, Rowan had summoned the last of the Primordial pages that had been stolen from him, and from that moment, the Shadows had lost all vestiges of control they had over him. At this moment, the knowledge that the Eye of Time had of Rowan ceased to be updated.

The previous Rowan would not understand the intricacies of deceiving a World's Will, but as a dimension, this knowledge was instinct. After reaching higher dimensions, the previous him would not be able to touch the third-dimensional world any longer, but as a living dimension with many layers, Rowan could fold himself into the lower realms... all of these abilities and more, were because he was a living dimension, and the Eye of Time did not know this.

Rowan's amazing evolution was born from everything he has experienced, allowing him to create something new and unknown, if he did not know the benefits of this before, now he understood it better, and despite any problems or disadvantages that came with having a dimensional flesh, Rowan believed that it was worth it.

Outwardly he projected a muted form of excitement, his eyes glowed before it was suppressed, but all of this was done so quickly, but he was sure that the Eye of Time had discovered this change, and if it felt that it was due to its offer of granting Rowan passage into the lower dimensions, then the tides of this battle had just shifted, and now it was his hands that was slowly tightening over the neck of the Eye.

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"...You might not fully understand the use of this connection until you begin to build up your forces and then the lack of fresh blood into your ranks would result in stagnation. The power of the soul is indispensable in times like this."

The Eye of Time waved his hand over the city dismissively, "You would not need to regather your forces again and again, and the delay to your progress would be cut short."

Regarding Rowan with a weird glow in those strange eyes, he pointed out,

"Your power over the soul, where did you think it came from? The Shadows did many foolish things but resurrecting my bloodline and my sisters more than made up for it, and with more time in the lower dimension the connection with your bloodline would deepen."

With that said the Eye snapped its fingers and the enormous map vanished, Rowan had only managed to collect merely twenty percent of it, but that was more information than most in the entirety of reality would ever come across.

"There are many benefits to my aid, and I have shown you the sort of thing you might expect if you agree to the bargain. I know you are a warrior, and lending you martial aid would not suffice, besides I can no longer show my face in the outside world, not yet. What is your

answer?"