The Primordial Record - Chapter 1887: Cleansing Reality (7)
Chapter 1887: Cleansing Reality (7)
With all eyes here focused on him, Rowa brought up his right hand and opened his palm, manifesting a small yellow flame to hover above it gently, “This is a flame, for mortals, this provide them with warmth, a means to cook their meals, to light up the darkness and even for signalling purposes, but for them it can also be used for more, they could craft tools using this flame, use it to clear vast streches of land, apply it for defensive and offensive purposes, even for ritualistic purification… this tiny flames in the hands of mortals has so many uses,”
He glanced at the flame before looking back at his audience, “For us immortals, fire means much more, and I can mention a few, but I am sure that some of you will not be aware of what this flame can do. We can Soul Forge with flames, burning the impurities of our mortality to ash,”
Saying this, Rowan plucked a mortal from a random universe who was on the verge of death after he was betrayed and nearly killed by those he had called his family and friends. The moral could barely understand what was happening; his thoughts were most likely thinking this was one last hallucination before they perished. Rowan threw the flame into the soul of the mortal and, in front of every Nascent Primordial in the room, he made this mortal a god using nothing but a normal fire.
He tossed the mortal back into his universe, but in another galaxy, knowing that by the time it took him to return to his previous home, time would have made him wiser. Most likely, spending hundreds of thousands of years returning to his last home, all his enemies would be nothing but forgotten footstones in the sand.
However, Rowan was not done with the point he was making. “We can use the flame to reveal truth,” he nodded towards Eva. Her fires were primarily focused in this direction, but even she had not tried using mortal flame in this manner.
“Fire can be made to bind and banish,” Rowan conjured a Demon Lord, and an eighth-dimensional demon was helpless like a baby before tiny flames woven into runes that became branded in its body and soul. This Demon had terrorized a million universes and fed on the suffering of countless quadrillions; now Rowan had bound him with this flame, and his essence would revitalize a thousand more universes than he had ever destroyed.
“This flame can be used for Divination, to read the past and the future in the color of the smoke and in the hue of the flame. I can use it to open gates across space and time, to transfer life, to eat memories, or create a platform of ascendancy… one flame so many truths. Tell me, of all the uses I have mentioned, and this is just a small part of what I can do with a mortal flame, how many do you know and recognize?”
Telmus sighed, “You have made your point, Rowan. Even as a Primordial, I can see that there are still mysteries behind the smallest things in existence. I was wrong; we all are wrong about this.”
Rowan shook his head, “No, you are missing the point, the Primordials know everything! Every trick I showed you with that flame, they can also do the same, and there are many more that they know about, which I also do not know. However, even their omniscience has a limit… for now.”
Vraegar, for the first time, slowly spoke, “What do you mean, ‘for now’?”
Rowan stood to his feet, “All of my powers, everything I know, combined with all of your input, only gives us a slight chance of winning, and that is the fact. No matter how much knowledge I gather or the number of new Primordials I bring under my wings, it would not be enough to fight against the Primordials and be assured of my victory. That slight chance is slipping away, because the moment the Primordials can gain access to a second Origin Force, the base of their knowledge and power would explode to heights that I can never reach in a short amount of time.”
His fist slammed against the table with a resounding boom, “Understand this, I am bringing you all into my confidence and fighting for the slightest chance of victory because we no longer have any choice but to fight. We possess advantages, and my only goal, the purpose I brought all of you here, is to push that slim advantage we have to the limits, because the only window of opportunity we have, no matter how bad it is, is now.”
“I don’t promise victory, I leave that to fairy tales where the might between enemies is roughly equal and there is always a chance for one side to win. I don’t promise that our goals would amount to anything in the end, and all of this would mean nothing against the might of the Primordials…. but like this flame, does it mean that our cause is meaningless? The chance we have is that the Primordials know everything, but we are going to make something new!”
“See, the flame and forget the flame. See your present status and forget it; everything we know is tainted, but not if we make something that no one knows.”
“You… you…” Noctis sputtered in shock, “…you are insane. But I love it! Show me the road, Rowan, and I will follow you to the end.”
Rowan shook his head, “If this plan has any chance to work, you will have to follow yourself, you will have to delve deep into the core of your being to bring out something that is entirely your own. Your vision, the latent potential in the heart of everyone, where, despite the intervention of the Primordials, you still have it. All of you here can reach this point, because your potential is the greatest in this Reality. With you all, I have a chance of bringing my vision into Reality.”
He rose into the air and gracefully turned around, gesturing with his hand as he made the walls above become transparent, and the rest of Reality was exposed to the gaze of the individuals present.
The eight lights representing his bloodline avatars were beginning to descend on what was left of the Primordial Domains, and massive shockwaves were starting to ripple out all over Reality as what was left of the Primordial forces were battling the descent of these great powers.
“These are the heralds of change, and surrounding this Reality is a cover that I made that would protect us from the eyes of the Primordials or anything else out there. We have a century to change existence as we know it, now…” Rowan turned back to the group, “Who is with me?”
“Are we ready for this?” Circe whispered, and by the side, Telmus responded, “No one can be ready for this, but we have to do it. What other choice is there?” A pause, “Rowan, we are all with you, take us and build the future.”
