The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1823

Chapter 1823: New Prey

At the beginning of his transmigration into a mortal body in Trion and escaping the Nexus for the first time as a mortal, Rowan was deeply aware that the most excellent tool of his enemies was deception.

They had to be deceptive, else their true form would be recognized by all, and they would not be able to hunt. Like wolves in sheep’s clothing, they had to hide in order to feed.

Something horrible happened in the past that transformed existence into a realm of horror and damnation. The gods that lived above the mortals were no longer the source of enlightenment or hope; instead, they were the butchers.

Rowan had come to understand this after countless losses and sorrows, the death of his children, and the many joys he had lost along the way. He had to become a monster, think like a predator, become a butcher so he could make all that was wrong in this world to become right.

Death, the Beast of Final Rest, was a deeply complicated being, but Rowan did not need to know everything about this entity to be able to understand how it worked.

Rowan looked for patterns, tiny details that did not add up, and he noted them down. From those patterns, he built multiple profiles. These profiles were hypotheses that needed to be confirmed to judge their efficacy. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Rowan had three categories he used to separate the people in his life. The first were his children and friends; to those, he did not evaluate them like objects, and he allowed them the freedom to express themselves and be who they could be without any judgment or interference from his part.

The second were his enemies. These were the ones he had seen through their mask, or was still investigating the sort of monster they were underneath the facade.

To these categories of individuals, he did not treat with any sort of compassion, only a cold understanding that they were monsters that deserved everything bad he would be dishing up.

The last category was everyone else... he did not necessarily care about them, and so he would not go out of his way to make their lives better or worse. Like ants under his boots, their welfare was only of concern to him if he needed something from them.

This attitude was wrong, but only in a society guided by laws and justice, in a realm under the curse of the Primordials, mercy for everyone else was the ultimate path to destruction, because his enemies would take advantage of his heart.

Although he was aware of this, it did not stop Primordial Memory from taking advantage of him using his heart. Using the Gilded Maw Spell, the Primordials had laid a trap inside Rowan’s most beloved children, forcing him towards Death and his drastic evolution.

The effect of that decision by the Primordials is still being felt to this day. Andar, Maeve, Lost, Eva, his Angels... so many were gone or changed.

If there were no Gilded Maw Spell, then Rowan would most likely still be at the sixth-dimensional level. He had previously planned to remain in this level for at least a million years while he slowly raised his children to the peak of the eighth dimension.

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