Telmus chuckled when he heard Rowan’s question, "Before dying, I thought the most depraved individuals I would ever meet were the gods of Trion. In many ways, I still think these gods are worse, because in such a short span of time, they were able to create a system that would rival the depravity of the Abyss, but the Primordials are these, are they not?"
Rowan gestured to the pool of water before them, and it turned rancid, emanating a foul odor that spoke of poison and decay. Ripples could be seen below the water, and a closer examination would reveal they came from gigantic poisonous snakes swimming inside the pool, whose breath releases poison and decay.
"Is this pool poisonous because of the snakes, or are the snakes poisonous because of the pool?" Rowan said and smiled when he saw Telmus hastily withdraw his legs from the rancid pool.
"You have not been inside Limbo, and so your ignorance can be forgiven. As one of the successful members of the new Primordials I intend to create, it is right that you should know the truth."
The eyes of Telmus tightened, "And how do you know this truth, Rowan? Although I am already a Nascent Primordial, there is something about you that is extremely strange. You do not fit in any mold that I know, and it is hard for me to trust you."
"That is a fair assessment," Rowan nodded, "I know enough of myself to trust my decisions, but you cannot understand who I am, at least not yet."
Telmus sneered, "So, you are telling me with all the powers afforded me by my status as a Nascent Primordial, I still fall short in understanding your nature?"
Rowan smiled, "You can try, but you will only fail. But I sincerely invite you to try; perhaps you might surprise me."
Telmus rolled his eyes and gestured, "You were saying something about the curse of Limbo."
"Yes, Limbo, the last frontier. I have killed three Primordials now, and even though I don’t have all their memories, I have enough to begin showing me the last secrets of Reality." Rowan pointed out, and with a wave of his hand, the space around them transformed into a representation of Limbo. Staff who was beside her father was frozen in place, because as an Old One, her perception could not discern this higher-dimensional level.
To the perception of Staff, she would have seen Rowan wave his hand and then nothing would change, but that was a lie. Rowan, Telmus, and Eva had spent hours inside the representation of Limbo, but to a lower-dimensional immortal like Staff, she would not be able to perceive that time passing by.
Meanwhile, as Rowan waved his hand, showing Telmus and Eva what he knew of Limbo, they became struck with fascination.


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