The Primordial Record - Chapter 1728: The Unmaking Chamber

Chapter 1728: The Unmaking Chamber

Following the guide to the fourth layer of the soul, Rowan could feel a subtle tug on his consciousness, urging him to return, as going deeper into the soul would cause him significant harm.

Rowan was aware that this was not the urging of Primordial Soul but from his own instincts. In the final depths of the soul was a danger that could harm him, and if he chose to be wise, he would return and preserve himself, but there was only the potential of death, not an actual death. Rowan would not back down from something like this.

In the distance, he could see the barrier over the fourth level, and not slowing down, he threw a punch that blasted a hole through the barrier. As much as he did not like using his hands as a soul, Rowan could appreciate the simplicity of it.

Reality shifted, existence became null, and when Rowan’s perception reasserted itself, he saw the shape of the fourth level of the soul.

It was a perfect geometric void in the shape of a black cube. Like a black hole, it drew upon Rowan, and even though he could fight the pull, he did not because this was the reason he was here.

He did not resist the pull of the black cube; he added power to it. When his body slammed against the black cube, he should have pierced through it easily, but Primordial Soul still had one more trick: a powerful shield that had previously been invisible to even his senses appeared all around it.

This shield was not just a physical construct; it was the essence of a Primordial’s Will, and she was implacable in her intent to stop him.

A blazing light erupted from the point of impact, and half of Rowan’s soul vanished from fighting against the Will of a Primordial, and even though what he fought against was just a fragment of a Primordial, he was not just fighting against Primordial Soul of this Reality, but the fragment of the true Primordial who had consumed many other Realities.

Its Will was something that would have broken Rowan before he met the fragment of Enoch or baptized himself in the realm of slaughter and death, but he had faced the ultimate evil and was not broken. Why would he fall back now?

“OPEN FOR ME!”

Rowan’s roar, if heard outside the depths of the soul, would have been heard across countless Realities. Such was how his Will had grown, to the extent that he did not know the full extent of his power and could never know the full extent of his power. Such was his glory and his curse.

The Will of a Primordial gave way to him.

“I tried to spare you pain, but if this is the path you chose to follow, so be it. Come for the throne, Eos, and when you get it, you will wish to stay dead.”

Gripping the surface of the cube, Rowan tore a hole in it. A bright beam of light burst out from the hole, blinding him for a brief moment before his perception adapted to it.

No light, despite how bright, should have been able to blind him, and the pull inside of him, insisting that he return, was growing as if a part of him was fighting against what was to come. Rowan did not fight against these instincts; he just chose to push through them as he stepped into the gap, fully entering the fourth layer of the soul.

Rowan landed on a smooth, flawless white marble floor, so pure it seemed to bleed light into the surrounding darkness. There was nothing around him but darkness and the endless ground beneath his feet.

A powerful voice rang out in the darkness,

“You are at the Unmaking Chamber… The Altar of Surrender… The Stillpoint of the Soul, where divinity goes to die. Welcome, Eos.”

There was nothing around him. Suddenly, there was more, an altar and a throne.

The altar was a simple, rough-hewn stone slab, standing alone with bloodstains near the edges of it. Rowan walked towards the altar and reached for it, but he paused, and he turned towards the throne that had vanished in the moments when he was walking towards the altar, leaving certain things behind.

They were a crown, a mantle, a scepter, a fountain, and finally an anvil. Every one of them appeared ordinary to the eye, but in Rowan’s heart, he could feel the pulse of an unknown power.

He turned back to the altar, reaching for it once more, as if he wanted to touch the bloodstains. He knew the reason for this; anytime his hand neared it, he felt… pain.

“You should have taken the help of the Weaver; it would have spared you pain, yet you spat upon my mercy.”

Rowan did not turn away from the altar, even though the voice that had just sounded belonged to Primordial Soul, and in his perception, she was here with him, wearing the body of Elura.

“I suspect that when you knew that I was inside your Origin Land, some part of you must have known how this would end, because you, more than anyone, know the true power of a soul, but there was one thing that you did not understand about it that I kept from you, and now, you will learn what it is to know a life without hope.”

Rowan exhaled and touched the bloodstain on the altar, and he perceived who they belonged to… Elura, the Empyrean of Life, Maeve, guardian of the Green, and Andar, the Endless Magus.

“I could have taken more of your children, but I did not, knowing you, I understand that it does not take much for you to focus on what is important. Too much blood on the altar and you could become lost in it.”

Rowan whispered in confusion, “What is this… this altar?”

“This altar has no name. It is the focal point of this entire chamber and serves only one purpose… it unmakes.”

Rowan’s eyes shone with a terrible light as he turned towards Primordial Soul, who grinned at him,

“You are an enigma, Eos, for someone like you who can be capable of such great destruction and see the futility of existence itself, in your heart, you still hold hope. No matter how much you try to hide it… I can still feel it from all the way over here… it burns.”

The smile on her face vanished, and she gracefully bent down and reached towards the ground. She pulled out a piece of memory; it was of Rowan as a child when he was Romion.

“When you were occupied with killing me, tearing my soul apart, I was also tearing yours apart and searching for the things that gave you hope. I had always thought it was your power, or your potential, but I was wrong… inside you, there was this thought…” she tapped her head and giggled,

“.. This idea that is in your head that you could bring them back, all those you have lost, if you could gain the Origin of Souls. Well, I am here to inform you that you are right, but you are too late. You see, this chamber is the one place in existence where I can truly shatter the true origin of a soul, and it would not matter how powerful you become in the future, even if you reach the heights of the First Creator… you will never see them again.”