The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1827

Chapter 1827: The Ebon Host

Rowan watched Telmus and his daughter overhead with a fair bit of amusement as they looked around his realm, and they saw the echo of him that was left in the past.

Because he had spent so long sitting in one place when his Origin Land was recreated around him, and he unleashed substantial energies of creation and destruction in this place, Rowan had left a stamp upon his realm, an echo of his presence that was so real, even Telmus could not discern that the Rowan he was acknowledging was a memory of the past.

His amusement largely stemmed from his memory welcoming Telmus and initiating a conversation with him, and so Rowan waited to see how long it would take Telmus to realize that he was talking to a memory.

After watching for a while, seeing the way his memory was able to perfectly interact with Telmus while showing him around the realm, Rowan figured out that it was impossible for Telmus to discover he was talking to a memory, at least not when he was inside the Origin Land.

An advantage of having a Territory was abilities such as these that enhanced the inmate domain of an individual, and in the case of Rowan, that domain had become so potent that it could deceive a Nascent Primordial. In essence, if he wanted, his memory alone was enough to kill a Nascent Primordial.

Deciding that his memory was more than enough to handle Telmus, Rowan began preparing the realm for the ascension of a new Primordial.

The shell of his Origin Land was strong, but it might not be able to withstand the fury of a Primordial’s ascension, plus there were a lot of fragile lives inside his realm, and the storm of Telmus’s ascension would scour this realm clean.

This fledgling paradise, with its singing rivers and mountains of light, was not yet ready to withstand the raw, chaotic storm of a Primordial Ascension, especially one born from the chimeric consumption of the Demon. Telmus’s transformation would not be a gentle bloom like the Genesis Moss; it would be a tectonic upheaval of soul and essence, a violent rebirth that could shatter the fragile new harmonies.

With a thought that resonated through the very roots of the reborn Origin Land, Rowan turned his focus inward, to the deepest, most foundational strata of the realm.

This was not the vibrant surface, teeming with life, but the profound substrate below, the realm of unformed potential, the silent, pressurized bedrock of his reality, close to the heart of Eos.

Only in this place was he assured that he would be able to channel all the power necessary to suppress the tribulation of a Primordial

He did not travel there physically. His consciousness, vast as the sky above, simply descended. The kaleidoscope of life and light faded, replaced by a profound, humming darkness.

This was the core of his realm, a place where only his Bloodline Avatars could reach. Here, the concepts of ‘forest’, ‘sea’, and ‘sky’ had not yet been pulled from the formless whole. Here, the Ether was not a shimmering mist, but a dense, viscous ocean of raw possibility, silent and waiting.

And here, Rowan began to work.

This was not creation as he mostly did it, but an act of supreme architecture, of brutal, precise cosmogenesis.

He did not build. Rowan defined.

His will, the focused intent of the Apex Omniversal Titan, became a scalpel of absolute causality. With a silent, psychic might that would have vaporized dimensions, he cut.

A profound feeling of pain that was different from being hurt by any weapon swept across his consciousness, and Rowan suppressed his body so he did not shudder. If he did, the land above would be destroyed by earthquakes so powerful that they would shatter the stars above.

He was separating a swathe of this foundational potential from the whole of the Origin Land, and an act like this would cause him enormous pain. It was like surgically isolating an organ for a specific, dangerous procedure.

He was willing to provide the best environment for Telmus to ascend, but if, for any reason, something went wrong, Rowan had to be prepared to cut out this space from his body.

The space he carved out was vast, a hollow sphere of absolute neutrality a thousand times larger than the world Telmus had just left. Its boundaries were not walls, but the sheer, impassable cliff-face of Rowan’s own will, insulating the nascent paradise from what was to come.

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