The Primordial Record - Chapter 1834: The Secrets of The Beasts (1)
Chapter 1834: The Secrets of The Beasts (1)
“My only choice,” Rowan muttered before he chuckled wryly, “Tell me, Eosah, how is it that you were able to give birth to me outside the boundary of the Cradle of Enoch?”
Eosah shook her head, “If I had that knowledge, it may have been taken from me at my death. I don’t know the reason why I was born outside the Cradle, and the act of giving birth to you is not by my power. No Reality is capable of giving birth to another, and it would be strange indeed to refer to me as your mother; I could be better seen as a spawn point. Yet, it would be my honor if you were to acknowledge me as your mother.”
Rowan touched his chest, “Eosah, without your presence, I would have been lost a long time ago. I will only accept one woman as my mother, but you hold a special place in my heart.”
The smile from Eosah was blinding, and Rowan remained in silence for a while as he analyzed her words.
The choice Eosah gave him was the best she could do, but Rowan was not satisfied with it. Unlike her, he had come across the entity Enoch, and there was nothing good about that being.
The so-called Cradle of Enoch was supposed to be the last option for any Reality to avoid the corruption of Limbo, but Rowan felt that perhaps writing his name on the Cosmic Record may cause more harm than good.
What did Eosah say about him? His birth outside the Cosmic Record gave him the freedom to become all he could be, but what would happen to him if he chose to write his name upon it?
One of the biggest mysteries in creation, at least where Rowan was concerned, was the mystery behind the weakness of Realities and why he was not bound by that weakness.
Every Reality was a ninth-dimensional entity; they were the melting pot of countless Origin Forces. They were truly the blessed of creation because they were born with the ability to draw upon the energy of Limbo and create Origin Essence.
Yet for entities of such power, they were still weak. Granted, their hunters were Primordials, ninth-dimensional monsters whose eternal hunger and madness knew no limits, but it could still be argued that the defenses of Realities were almost non-existent when it came to Primordials.
Every Reality, including Eosah, could not use any of their extraordinary powers for themselves; instead, they were more like incubators for their inhabitants, who would be able to harness the gifts of their Reality to become Primordials.
Rowan had always believed that this was how things were meant to be. Realities were the womb of creation and nothing more, but he was different; he could harness his Origin Force, and unlike a Primordial that was stuck with a single Origin Force, Rowan had several.
What would happen if Realities, with all their advantages, were not hampered from utilizing their Origin Force in the same manner as Primordials? Then they would be the most powerful entities in all creation.
“Eosah, you are aware of the things I do and what I am capable of. I am a Reality, yet I have no issue with harnessing my Origin Force. From what I can tell, the only reason I am able to do these things is because my name is not written on the Cosmic Record.” Rowan focused on Eosah with his piercing eyes, “Am I wrong?”
Eosah was quiet, her form seemed to waver as if she was stuck in a mental loop that could not be broken, “surely… There has to be another explanation for what you can do.”
Rowan spread his arms, “If there are, can you tell me? Realities… Primordials…are bound by the narratives of their own essence. Your powers are vast, but they operate within the channels carved for them by their fundamental nature. My power… is different. It is not a river flowing in a pre-dug bed. It is the rain that decides where to fall. I can unmake what should be eternal. I can defy laws that others consider absolute. I believe this is because my existence is, in the eyes of the Cosmic Record, an anomaly. A variable with no defined value.”
He let the implication hang in the air, a terrifying concept. He was a paradox. A being of immense, tangible power who, according to the ultimate arbiter of reality, should not exist.
“This changes everything,” Eosah breathed, her light contracting as if seeking to hide. “If you are not in the Record… then your journey to the Cradle is not one of acknowledgment. It is one of… registration. You are not seeking to discover your true name. You are seeking to assign yourself one. To force all of existence to accept a fact it never accounted for.”
Eosah nearly stumbled when she realized that the being before her was truly capable of such a feat. He did not know the meaning of limits and would push himself to achieve impossible quests.
The scale of such an act was dizzying. It was not a quest for truth, but an act of cosmic defiance against the very system of existence.
“It seems the corruption of Limbo is not my only obstacle,” Rowan stated, his voice low and steady. “The act of writing my name may itself be the greatest challenge. But if I succeed, the foundation I build would be truly my own, unbound by any pre-ordained design.” He paused, his gaze intensifying, focusing on Eosah with a new, piercing curiosity. “Which leads me to a question I should have asked long ago. You are now a child of the Layer Beyond Origin. You know truths that are hidden from me, from all of us who are products of the system that came after.”
He took a step closer, the space between them crackling with sudden, profound intensity.
“The Primordial Beasts. The things that dwell in the deep places are older than the concepts of time and power in your Reality. They are not written on the Record either, are they? They are part of the framework. The keepers of the Record. They are a law to themselves and not subjects of it.”
Eosah’s light flared, a brief, bright burst of panic before she could contain it. She did not speak, but her silence was a confirmation more terrifying than any shout.
Rowan pressed on, his voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to pull at the fabric of her being. “Tell me, Eosah. What is the secret of the Beasts? What is the nature of the power that operates outside the Record? If I am to face the Cradle not as a petitioner, but as a claimant, I must understand what I am dealing with. I must know the rules of the game I am about to change forever.”
