Among the many mysteries that still eluded Rowan, one of them was the presence of the Underverse. This realm that lay just below the material universe was filled with darkness, where creatures that could not withstand the light of day dwelled. Space and time behaved erratically in this realm, and it was mainly used as a form of transportation by lower immortals who used the spatial folding aspect of this space to cross vast distances inside the material universe.
To Rowan, such a space was nothing special; in countless higher dimensions, there were many special spaces like the Underverse that held even more fantastical traits.
However, Rowan could not understand why some universes had an Underverse while most did not. Using his angels, he had searched through trillions of universes in the lower realm, and he had barely seen a million universes with Underverses. ππ³ππππ¦π£π―β΄π£π¦π.π€ππ
All of these universes were different, and the only commonality between them was the Underverse, but after searching for the purpose of this space, Rowan placed it aside as a mystery that he would solve in the future.
Primordial Life, unlike Rowan, understood the Underverse far more than Rowan ever could, because they were created by him; they were tiny pockets of death essence he was experimenting with, and in one of the Underverse, Rowan Elythia had been born to Elura.
The three separate universes under the power of Primordial Life slammed together, but the calamitous explosion expected from these three massive heavenly bodies crashing together did not happen. Instead, the three universes fit together as if they had always meant to be one.
Every universe had a unique shape; they were far too massive to ever be exact, and the merger of these three universes created a shape that resembled a throne.
Seed, who was watching Primordial Life, drew in a deep breath. As shock and awe filled his gaze, an inkling of what he was witnessing touched the edge of his consciousness; still, he could not fully grasp what it was.
"The shard of his existence was born in the Underverse, and it drew the power of the first Singularity. That bastard never forgave us for his destruction, and even to this day, his malefic touch follows us everywhere."
The words from Primordial Life were unexpected, and Seed looked at him with a frown. He did not bother asking for clarification. With the attitude of Primordial Life, he would give Seed the answers, but that knowledge would kill him.
Instead, he asked, "What am I looking at here?"
Primordial Life chuckled, "Something that should be impossible. Something that should not exist. Take your pick, itβs all the same. Either it is or it is not, but still I find myself thinking it all to be real."
Seed whispered under his breath, "That makes no fucking sense."
"I know, right?" Primordial Life smiled, the smile appeared alien to Seed, who knew he would never move his face in that manner; he knew that Primordial Life was aware of this quirk, and everything he did was purposeful. Seed growled in anger,
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