The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1699

Chapter 1699: The Greatest Truths

There were many things that made Rowan special, and among them was the fact that he was genuinely ignorant of his capabilities in a way that would be almost impossible for him to understand.

He had never known a peer or someone who had his capabilities as he evolved from a mortal to a Reality, and so he had no method to gauge his progress or accomplishments, and that was the reason he could not understand that what he was making of himself inside this space was impossible.

The Primordial Record could do the impossible, but a lot of its power was dependent on Rowan’s abilities, and no matter how powerful he was, he was still a seventh-dimensional immortal, and he was dabbling with forces that he suspected had faintly exceeded the ninth-dimensional level.

Serathis, Prime, and the Serpents were still inside Oblivion, devouring the bones of the Primordial Ouroboros.

When he began his fusion, Serathis, who had been dancing on the head of Bahamut, froze in place and sat down as a wave of weakness made her collapse.

Prime looked at her in shock before flashing over to her side, touching her back. His face went pale when he noticed the enormous amount of power being siphoned off her body and being channeled into an ever-widening black hole that must be Rowan.

Serathis whispered, "Prime, I don’t think I can hold on for long if Father continues to draw from my strength in this manner."

Prime frowned, "You have all the fuel you need in the Origin Land. Why do you not eat more quickly?"

Serathis shook her head in negation, "You know our abilities are still tied to the present dimensions, and we can only channel our hunger up to the seventh dimension. You always said we had enough power for him to use, but I am falling short, Prime. I cannot hold on."

"How can I help Serathis? What is he taking?"

"My luck, Prime, he is taking all of it. I don’t know what he is doing, but it has exceeded all expectations." Serathis began to laugh, but she was too weak, so it ended up sounding like a short series of gasps, like a fish out of water: "Our father, how glorious is he?! Ah, Prime, I am going to die with a smile on my face."

Rolling his eyes in irritation, Prime began to manifest multiple orbs of time, "Before you die, you must be of service. You can’t leave everything to me after you pass. Let me help. If you cannot match his consumption rate, then you need more time."

Serathis looked up weakly, and she noticed all the orbs of time in the hands of Prime. She gasped in indignation, "That was supposed to give us more time with him; you can’t waste it on me. Put it away, Prime. I can take it."

"Shut up, Serathis, you can’t take it. I can always make more time. If you are gone, I cannot remake you. The weight of your presence is too heavy, bringing you back would kill me, and I am not ready to die yet, not before I see how far he can go."

Serathis chuckled, "Open your eyes, Prime. He is already where we cannot see. But you are right, give me the time, I will give him all the luck he needs, even if it kills me."

Prime looked at her with annoyance, knowing who Rowan was; her statement may come to bite her badly, and he was not wrong.

Giving her more time to gather enough luck before it was siphoned by Rowan, Prime was able to create a situation where there was a careful balance that was being maintained between her and Rowan, but it was not long before that balance broke.

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