The Primordial Record

Chapter 1590: The First Thirst

Caine found himself being drawn across space and time to the forehead of Rowan, and he was nearly killed by the heavy fumes of death emerging from the pores of Rowan’s skin.

The killing blade he had driven into the head of Rowan was still in place and had not been removed, and the top half of his head was going black with what appeared to be necrosis, and gray fumes of death were pouring out from his head in significant volumes.

If his decaying head was any problem to him, Rowan did not give any indication. His perception was wrapped around Caine as if to prevent him from escaping, while an unknown force, powerful beyond belief, was directing Caine’s body back to the sword.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of his sword, and then he thought he saw someone in front of him, harshly blinking his eyes and pushing his perception forward, he confirmed that there was indeed someone there in front of him, standing still beside the sword.

An errant gust of wind blew across, and the figure was exposed, and Caine gasped,

“Green, what are you doing here? Is all of this a ploy of Prism? It does not matter, save me from this place, and I promise to tell you a great secret. Please, we have to hurry!”

The figure that was revealed, Green, smiled at Caine and said, “Red, I never knew you to be one to beg. I like the sound of that. Do it again.”

Caine gaped in astonishment, “Elura! What the fuck is wrong with you? This is no time for games. Look around us. We are in the center of a primordial-level war. I don’t know how you got here, but we need to leave. Now!”

Elura’s smile deepened. “Don’t worry. You and I were brought here for a reason, and it is about to be fulfilled. Instead of whining like a child, take hold of that blade, betrayer. Your work is not done.”

Before he could argue, Caine’s body moved, and his hand seized the hilt of the blade. A horrifying force began to emerge from the weapon and pour into his body, and Caine’s face went pale as he noticed that it contained all the killing power he had pushed inside Rowan. There was also something else mixed inside this killing power, something extremely powerful, something that matched and exceeded the power of Primordial Chaos!

Fear filled the soul of Caine as he could not imagine what could hold such power, and looking at the smiling face of Elura with the weird rune branded on her forehead, he stammered,

“You are not her… what are you?”

“Ah, your perception was always above average, but surely you should have recognized me by now, after all, I whispered in your mind the thoughts of a Primordial when you were under his feet.”

Almost freezing in place, Caine seized every last bit of courage he had, which had surprisingly grown a tremendous amount as he began to be involved in the affairs of Primordials, and he managed to squeeze out a few words,

“What are you?!”

Elura shook her head and turned around, as her body faded away,

“Little betrayer, I think you know the truth. You saw me as I entered Reality, and you bowed down and worshiped at my feet, with the blood of your brothers staining your hands.”

Caine fell to his knees, as his soul screamed,

“The First Thirst…

The Whisper after the last breath….

The pause between the pulse and the silence…

The hollow where the echo has been…

I have heard your voice…

In the hush before sleep…

In the gasp before the plunge…

The Whisper of the oldest shadow…

“Pri—Primordial Soul!”

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Knowledge carried a great weight, and Rowan had inherited one of the most significant sources of knowledge in existence, Fate’s Origin.

From the present, using the power of Fate, Rowan knew that in the past, Primordial Chaos would seek out Caine as his weapon in order to get to him in the future.

Caine held the bloodline of Primordial Chaos, so his Intent and will were present inside him, making Caine the most viable candidate for his plans.

The other Chaos Bloods were constantly present on the side of Primordial Chaos, so they could not be efficiently utilized for his schemes. Shamaran had been a surprising candidate, but she had fallen too quickly.

When Caine’s blade was employed to make Rowan a mortal, he used the opportunity to reach the sixth dimension and master the blade. That event had appeared to be a coincidence, but it was not; there was a higher hand involved in all of it.

However, to be able to deceive Primordial Chaos, mastering the blade was not enough because Rowan was still at the sixth-dimensional level and could comprehend the true intent and will of Primordial Chaos, so it was helpful that he had help from his mother, Primordial Soul.

Her influence had always been in his life and the greatest thread that bound him to Reality. Nonetheless, it was not until he reached the level of Origin and attained the seventh-dimensional level that he fully inherited her message.

If he were any weaker, he would never be able to pierce through the veil of Oblivion that kept her hidden from all creation.

Knowledge had weight.

Elura was her pawn. Made to believe she was his mother, Primordial Soul manipulated all the events of her life. Her touch was almost formless, and even Primordial Chaos, restricted by the very chains that gave him power, was blind to the truth.

In the moments when Rowan had escaped the Memory of Primordial Life and seized Elura by the throat, an orange rune appeared on her forehead, and she was warped away to an unknown dimension.

That dimension had been the prison of Primordial Soul, and Elura’s cries of disbelief were because she, the great daughter of Primordial Life, the holder of the Tree of Imagination, one of the greatest Old Ones in all of existence, was nothing but a glorified womb.

It was always a shocking thing for these powerful Old Ones to see the sheer gap that existed between them and the Primordials and understand that at such a level of life, everything was an ant, even Old Ones.

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When Rowan gained his Origin Land and reached the fifth-dimensional level, he was able to peer into the past, and he saw a vision of his past life on earth, and his true roots became known to him.

His life could be roughly split into three origins: Rowan Carter from Earth, Rowan Kuranes from Trion, in the final age of the gods, and Romion Elythia, born of Elura and the Third Reflection, from the age of the Empyrean of Life.

[Elythia means Life.]

In the end, all of these three separate Origins had merged together to create the singular entity that Rowan had become.

When Rowan Carter transmigrated from Earth, he awoke in the body of a frail young prince and did not know the reason for his transmigration.

Gaining the Primordial Record and unlocking multiple powerful bloodlines gave him a clue, and one of the most essential hints came from his Ouroboros Bloodline.

When he activated this bloodline, he saw a gigantic palm burst out of the ground, shattering an entire continent and ultimately destroying the world as a whole. This event led to the destruction of his previous world, which was the birth of an Empyrean.

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