The Primordial Record - Chapter 1886: Cleansing Reality (6)
Chapter 1886: Cleansing Reality (6)
Rowan watched his words sink into their consciousness, but it was not enough; they were still seeing only the surface and not the true face behind existence.
“A mortal would see his entire world, maybe his solar system as eternity, if they used the rest of theor lifespan, they could barely visit a dozen planet, a god and a lesser immortal would have dominion over a couple of galaxies, and at the peak of godhood or the hight of the third diemnsional realm, their dominion would expand all over a universe.”
Rowan looked around him, “Everyone in this table knows that a universe is a small place, we are among the few who can say that with a straight face. Inside any of the dimensions you can create, you could fit in a thousand or a million universes if you wanted, and that is because to you all, the higher-dimensional road leads to many revelations about the true state of existence.”
Rowan pointed to Eosah, “This is the next step after that transcends universes and dimensions, a Reality. Eosah is a ninth-dimensional Creator, and the embodiment of this Reality, and she is not the only one in existence, there are…”
For the next several hours, Rowan continued speaking, and he was not interrupted by anyone here. They sat in rapt attention, as fear, puzzlement, anger, and a range of other emotions passed through their minds. Rowan spoke of Limbo and the long history of slaughter by the Primordials.
Rowan revealed the truth about the higher measurement of time that was used in Limbo, from Minor Eras, Major Eras, and then Cosmic Eras, to accentuate the ridiculous number of years that the Primordials spent to gain their unmatched powers; however, Rowan felt that even the known history of sixty-five million Cosmic Eras might be the tip of the iceberg.
He spoke of the deception of the Primordials and how their actions were all a small part of a massive web. He spoke of the known powers that dwell inside Limbo, with the most prominent of them being the Realm of Death, a place that had benefited from the unhinged slaughter of the Primordials for all these Cosmic Eras.
As he spoke of the truth about existence, this inevitably led him to discuss the Cradle of Enoch. Still, apart from telling them that it was the last location of safety for Realities, he did not reveal anything about Enoch.
While it was the truth that he should no longer hide the true nature of Reality from these people who were about to fight with him, the matter of Enoch was a profound can of worms that needed to be carefully taken apart. Rowan considered that knowledge to be on a need-to-know basis.
Rowan would be watching, and if there were anyone here who grew strong and knowledgeable enough to find traces of this being, then he would reveal the truth to them. Doing so now would create more harm than good.
To tackle the might of the Primordials free from their curse, they were fighting an uphill battle, and if they knew there was something much more sinister at work in the actions of the Primordial, Rowan feared that it might break them.
Was it the wrong move to hide the presence of Enoch from them? Most likely, yes, but Rowan saw it as the lesser of two evils. There was something diabolical about Enoch that Rowan had begun to piece together as he reviewed his memories, and he came to the conclusion that this entity seemed to gain more power and influence the more he knew about him.
It was as if the knowledge of Enoch gave him the window that would allow him greater influence over Reality.
One reason he had not bothered to thoroughly investigate the disappearance of his Incarnation after using his Final Form was that Rowan was aware that, before that happened, he had actively been harvesting a lot of power and knowledge from the hand of Enoch; however, the Incarnation vanished, taking all that power with him.
Rowan did not know what all of that power and knowledge would do to that Incarnation, but he knew that without reaching the ninth-dimensional level, he should not try to pull back the thread that linked him to the Incarnation.
His main body Eos could not sense the Incarnation, but the space where power had been taken out to create him was still empty, meaning that the Incarnation was still alive. If he genuinely wanted to, Eos could find a way to pull on that nonexistent thread linking him and his Incarnation, but that was not his plan at this time.
All of these were passing through the back of his mind, but Rowan never stopped speaking. Then he paused, because he had finished speaking to them about the truth of the past, and what was next was the plans for the future. However, before he would tell them, he wanted them to digest the revelations fully.
It was not easy the things he had told them about, but he trusted the mental state of everyone here, and so Rowan waited for them to digest everything, while following the events happening all around Reality as his bloodline avatars began to spread their power all over it.
Surprisingly, it was the Sirens that finally spoke up after hours of silence around the table, and Rowan found it interesting that all six women were speaking simultaneously.
“Everything you have told us has been truly fascinating, and I can see how the resurrection of our sons was easily foiled by the Primordials. We had never truly understood their powers until now, but it begs the question, Rowan, why do you care?”
The entire table turned towards Rowan, and he could see the question in their eyes. The Sirens knew that their words carried weight, and Rowan settled back on his seat in contemplation. By the side, he could see Eva looking at him with a twinkle in her eyes; she was enjoying herself. Rowan smiled within him; more of her personality was beginning to show through.
He did not think she would swallow the Loss in their union, knowing who she was; the little flame was still relatively safe.
Telmus glanced at the Sirens before looking back at Rowan, “As much as it pains me to say it, they have a point, Rowan. You telling us the truth about Reality is shocking, and I am a Primordial, yet I feel overwhelmed. How can we make a difference with all of this stacked against us? It feels as if you are holding yourself back to take care of us, and even though this is noble, it will not win this battle, we are more like ants trying to participate in a battles of giants, and even though I am an ant that would make sure that the giant bleed before I am crushed, I know it would only be a minor sting.”
Rowan blinked his eyes, “For a long time, this was my exact thought. It was the reason I never bothered to bring anyone else into my council, and I am here to tell you all that you are all wrong.”
