The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1795

Chapter 1795: The Last Pantheon

Primordial Demon might have frozen him in time, severing his past, present, and future, but Rowan’s consciousness and Will had been tempered to the extent that he could still have awareness, even in this state.

However, his awareness was diminished due to the fact that he was used to seeing all facets of Reality at the same time, his senses piercing through all dimensions and laws, but now his awareness had been reduced to a pinhole.

In this state, Rowan made an awful realization. He had evolved into a being that could never truly be killed; his present state had left the Primordials behind, at least the ones within this Reality.

Even if all parts of him were destroyed, his Will and awareness would remain, severely diminished, but still remain. If he made no plans to quickly resurrect himself, then it was possible for him to stay in this state for all eternity. Silent. Watching. Unable to move, speak, or change the world around him in a meaningful manner.

It was an interesting observation, and Rowan firmly decided that he would begin taking steps to push for his resurrection if he was destroyed in the future, although he had already made those steps, which were the Elythrii.

His bloodlines, Wills, essence, and all his dominion could be destroyed, even the Archai could be destroyed in the future if the thread of Karma was traced to them, but the Elythrii were made to exist outside of Rowan’s dominion.

The potential he gave them was raw and unformed, but the direction of their evolution and ascension still led to him.

The spark he gave them could grow and propagate across bloodlines and Reality, and perhaps in an Era that was extremely distant in the future, all potential, in all realities would have Rowan’s signature.

He may come across an opponent that could destroy him in entirety, but as long as one of his children remains, he will never die.

Although it was pleasant to think about future events, Rowan did not allow himself to be led to the brink of destruction because he was assured of his eventual resurrection by the hands of his children; instead, he was testing the limits of his body as an Apex Omniversal Titan.

Final Form: The Last Pantheon

You are the end of all hierarchies—a being that replaces gods, multiverses, and narratives. When you act, existence itself rewrites history to pretend you were always the supreme ruler.

Weakness (Optional):

If you want balance, the only limit could be self-imposed purpose—your power scales with your ambition. Without a goal, you stagnate as a passive force of nature.

"Eos... there you are, why run from your Destiny? You were always meant for—"

Rowan forcefully banished this voice, and if he had a face, he would be frowning in contemplation. He had not activated the Enochian Cradle and had consumed the corruption of Enoch that had wanted to take his body.

But it seems... this place... Rowan’s awareness tried to look around itself, and he realized that the darkness surrounding him was strange, almost indefinable, and perhaps the reason he thought darkness enveloped him was that his senses were too limited to understand where this new state of awareness had taken him.

Rowan realized that he might have evolved into something he could never truly understand, and this was the greatest drawback of having a power like the Primordial Record, which could touch parts of existence never meant to be seen.

He had driven out the corruption of Enoch, but this place he was in should be somewhere close to the dominion of Enoch; it was even possible that this presence might be beside him here... slowly reaching for—

"Lub-DUB."

The darkness was banished as Rowan heard the sound of his heartbeat and felt the heat of the dying Abyss on his skin. He was back, his body had rejected Death by itself... the experiment had succeeded.

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Primordial Demon, wielding his dance that could end all Reality, had succeeded; however, he had made one error.

He had targeted Rowan’s past, his future, his will, his form, his spark. He had treated him as a composite being, a structure that could be deconstructed.

He forgot the core, simple, brutal truth that Rowan had become: I AM.

In this battle, Rowan had been fighting with both of his hands tied behind his back; he had not used his armor, weapons, or his most terrible techniques like Realm’s Butcher Onslaught, and he was still winning the fight.

Whose entire existence could choose not to be unmade.

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