The Primordial Record - Chapter 1852: Eat!
Chapter 1852: Eat!
When Telmus had reached the first layer of Defiant Ascension, his growth had not only been beneficial to the Primordial, but it had also brought a wave of changes to Rowan, the Reality that this new Primordial had been birthed from.
His Incarnation had been too busy to pay attention to these changes, but his main body was fully aware of these changes, and if he could, he would be dancing in joy, because in Telmus’s ascension, Rowan saw the path to the future, and it made all the sacrifices and the resources he had poured into raising up a Primordial to be worth the cost.
Upon his elevation, Telmus Law of Defiant Ascension had become one of the pillars of Rowan’s Reality, and this meant that even if he were killed in the future, he would always be able to be resurrected slowly inside the Origin Land, which could be considered a miracle, because anything that could kill a Primordial meant all traces of them had been wiped from existence. Still, except that his Origin Land was destroyed, Telmus would never die.
This was beneficial to Telmus, but Rowan had also been able to gain something unexpected, Origin Essence.
Origin Force referred to the concepts controlled by Primordials, which were the Origin of Soul, Fire, or any other concepts like Defiant Ascension. Origin Essence, on the other hand, was more special; Rowan believed it was the very potential of Realities.
There were reasons why Realities were able to create Origin Force inside of them, which could be later plundered by Primordials, and the secret to it was Origin Essence. It was not a particularly well-guarded secret, but it was unobtainable to all, even Realities themselves, because it was all used up at the moment of their birth to create the Origin Force that would make up their Reality.
If it were true that the Primordials went through so much trouble to ensure he was born inside Eosah, then it would be only for one reason: to harvest his Origin Essence.
He was a Reality, but something in him was missing, an essential part of him taken at the moment of his birth, and the creation of Primordial Imagination was most likely possible because she stole his Origin Essence, but now, he had found a way to unexpectedly gain new Origin Essence.
It was not much, maybe less than a hundredth of what he would have been naturally born with, but for Rowan, it was enough to take the next step and boost his growth and free him of the shackles that had held him back for so long, but he still needed to make a good plan for his ascension to be possible.
Origin Essence was an unexpected bonus to his plans, but it was nevertheless welcomed.
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Rowan had not observed the birth of other Realities, but it would have simultaneously taken an eternity and also an instant. They had no say in what they wanted to become; their destiny was fixed from birth. However, he was lucky, because his mind had grown faster than his body, giving him a chance to develop a Will strong enough to control the direction of his growth.
At the time of his birth, his light should have rippled out all over Limbo, since he was not constrained within the walls of the Cradle of Enoch, all of existece should have felt his birth, but the actions of the Primordials had ensured that he was never known, and when Rowan became free of them, he was the one supressing his light, to prevent his enemies to know he had been reborn.
Now that time had passed, he could be born with all the glory he deserved. Rowan, no, Eos, opened his eyes for a brief moment before closing them, but in that instant, he had confirmed that there was no traces of any Primordial entity around him, the only ones were those inside of him… this was a dangerous play he was making, but he had already laid down the ultimate bait, and Rowan would always dare to do crazy things to achieve his goals.
His swaddling, made from dark matter, had kept his infant body warm in the coldness of the dead womb of Eosah, and it also slightly protected him from the ravages of Limbo, but that was not what it was made for, and it began to slowly disintegrate, but before it could even vanish, it began to tear apart as its occupant began to grow.
Eos’ bones were woven from event horizons, and they began to expand, creating new connections and bridges that were endlessly complex, and his skin, pale white, like milk, yet still translucent, was forged from a unique quantum foam that was created by the birthing lights of colliding dimensions.
This special light that emerged from the collision of dimensions occurred so briefly that it had been a source of debate across countless immortal civilizations across all existence, if they truly existed, but Rowan was a living proof of this wonder of creation, his very skin made from among the rarest material in all of existence.
Where his veins should have been were rivers of liquid gravity, because that was the only way to transfer power and essence quickly all throughout his body, whose size was growing as he was slowly transforming from a baby to an adolescent.
It was possible to see into his body due to how thin his skin appeared, but there was almost nothing crafted by hand that could pierce through his skin. His consciousness could be seen roving inside his skull like the spiralling arms of galaxies. It was an extremely beautiful image that would fill an observer with fear and dread, knowing that this was a sight that no mortal or immortal eyes should ever witness, because his birth was a miracle unmatched from the beginning of time.
Around him, the cosmic strings that played soothing melodies that sounded like celestial harps, alongside the black holes and supernovae surrounding him as he slept, were shattered into pieces as Eos began to grow into a youth.
Eos’ eyes slowly opened, and it was as if a thousand dimensions were blinking awake. His irises were a swirling lake of anti-matter, while the white of his eyes contained all the profound core of matter, fully encapsulating his nature as the Eclipsed Creator.
His growth was not fuelled by Origin Essence; it was simply from all the pent-up potential that he had been suppressing, and only now did he allow everything to flow in the way it should have always been.
Still, his plans had never depended on Origin Essence; it was a beneficial bonus, but what Rowan wanted was not just the space to grow, but also the power to feed his growth.
Inside his body, the Primordials were slowly circling his Incarnation, drawn by the light of the Final Form rippling around him, and Eos, now an adolescent, resembling a boy of thirteen, echoed the smile of his Incarnation Rowan, and he erupted with his Final Form.
Like his Incarnation, Eos, could not control the power of the Final Form, but he could bear the brunt of this technique without fearing his body would explode. Eos gave this force that had the might to rewrite hierarchies a simple order: eat.
Before Telmus gave him Origin Essence, Rowan’s plan had been crazy; he wanted to eat Primordials!
