The Primordial Record

Chapter 1578: Gate of Madness (1)

On his throne, Rowan did not react to the words spoken by Primordial Chaos, even though they were awfully familiar to him and cut close to his heart.

More than a million years ago, when he first confronted the Third Prince as a mortal above the planet Jarkarr, his battle with that foul Reflection of the Eye of Time had led to the last living essence of his mother, Elura, breaking away from his control for a little while.

At that time, Rowan danced with her and cried with her, and she set him on the path to conquest when she told him that the power controlled by the Third Prince exceeded anything he could ever find inside this universe.

Even though she asked him to kill her before the Third Prince imprisoned her again and used her influence against him, he refused and promised to show his mother a strength that would defy the comprehension of his enemy. Rowan had succeeded many times over, and he believed that even though his mother had not been here to see it, her belief in him was so strong that she was able to understand what he would become in the future.

These memories seemed so long in the past but were always on his mind. One of the first things his mother had told him was,

“My child, how much you have grown.” Of course, she also insisted that Rowan find a woman and quickly give her many children, and he succeeded and also failed in that aspect. He would have loved to find a wife when he was a mortal, but he grew too quickly, and he knew there was no one in creation who could stand beside him as he developed; he would leave them behind in the dust.

How could he hope to share a life with anyone when they could not comprehend even a fraction of his presence?

However, Rowan did not think that he had lost out on much. In the many incarnations he had made over the years, he was able to love and experience love as a mortal, even as an Angel, and all things pass away in their due time.

All these thoughts passed through his mind in a flash as he regarded Primordial Chaos. Others had referred to his growth over the years with similar statements, but he knew that when Primordial Chaos spoke these words, he was directly referring to the exact moment his mother had said them to him.

The Primordial had used the same inflection in his voice to one hundred percent match those of his mother; even the little smile he made at the moment he spoke was an image of Elura’s own.

Rowan’s spirit was not shaken. He chose to take the words of this Primordial as a good thing in the sense that Primordial Chaos was revealing part of his hand to Rowan, and he had to answer in kind. His response could not be any less, or he believed that Primordial Chaos would immediately attack him.

Them sitting together with a cordial atmosphere around was simply a farce; a grand battle was on the verge of erupting if Rowan missed a single beat, but his heart was calm, and he lazily replied,

“Ah, my growth. I have had no choice but to grow fast, Chaos. Leaving the lower realms to this place, it is easy for one to forget the many events of the past, don’t you think so? It is almost as if something snatches it from the mind.”

Rowan was referring to the power of Oblivion, which Primordial Chaos had wrapped around the lower realms and could subtly snatch specific pieces of truth from the minds of anyone who entered and left the lower realms. He had encountered this force when he journeyed to the future, and conquering it had been extremely difficult. He was not a hundred percent sure that this power was controlled by Chaos, but he was willing to make this bet because he was ninety-nine percent sure.

He sensed that Primordial Chaos frowned before a chuckle escaped from his lips. His silence was all the answer he needed to assure him that his speculation was correct. Primordial Chaos was playing with forces that other Primordials might not be aware of.

Rowan braced himself that this move might lead to Primordial Chaos attacking him, but after a while of silence, he doubled his guard and waited, taking the time to observe the form that the Primordial chose to take.

Although he was looking at this Primordial, who had taken the shape of a man, Rowan could not tell what he looked like.

His face constantly shifted in a blurry frenzy, as if taking the form of a man meant he had taken the faces of every man in Reality. This could very well be the truth; he was Chaos, after all, the personification of disorder.

Only his enhanced perception allowed Rowan to grasp subtle movements of his face to show when Primordial Chaos frowned.

Primordial Chaos looked above and scrutinized the two pieces of the First Flame and the thousand streams that led to a boundless ocean of Primordial Essence outside of Reality before turning back to Rowan, and his demeanor changed; even his voice and the words he spoke were no longer the ancient tongue of the Primordials,

“You have been able to achieve much with the means available to you, Rowan, but no matter how much you struggle or progress you make. It does not change the fact that you will lose. It is inevitable, and you know that I speak the truth. You don’t even understand this… thing you are unleashing on Reality; you grope in the dark, reckless, bold, but so foolish. You play with forces far beyond you.”

“Yet, you still honored my invitation, Chaos,”

Primordial Chaos shrugged and began to speak slowly, almost methodically: “I have acquired a, can you say, certain unique taste in watching stars rise and fall. It is enthralling to watch. Countless eternities are spent in the void, and when an occasion comes up that is spectacularly different from the rest, I tend to be attracted. The brief moments of your lives shine so bright that I cannot look away, Rowan. I simply must have more.”

He paused without any indication and closed his eyes. Rowan noticed that surrounding the body of Primordial Chaos were countless tiny red dots, billions of times smaller than an atom. All were rising from his throne and covering his body, their numbers increasing with every passing moment.

His sight zoomed into those red dots, and Rowan frowned as he noticed that these dots were massive beasts bigger than stars, only that before the might of a Primordial, they had become small; their constitutions were unknown, not coinciding with any creature he had ever seen.

They seemed to be comprised of nothing but teeth, claws, and rippling muscles. As they surrounded Chaos’s body, they tore into him with mindless frenzy, consuming his body and digging into the wound until they disappeared, and soon, more took their place.

After a while, these beasts began to secrete a red mist that covered the wounds they were making. It did not take long for Rowan to visibly notice that the flesh of Primordial Chaos was collapsing before his sight, as his skin was being eroded.

Before long, a bloody being made of bones and bleeding flesh was sitting here, his eyes rolled up as if he were in bliss. His internal organs fell out of his torso on his lap as intestines poured down his legs like snakes.

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