The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1700

Chapter 1700: Destiny Calls

Striking forward like a viper, Rowan grabbed the cover of the Primordial Record, slammed it shut, and kept his hand on the black book as if to prevent it from opening.

The action had seemed easy, but it was far from it. His entire arm up to his shoulders had shrunken; it was as if all the vitality in his arm had been sucked away, leaving him with an arm that resembled bones wrapped by dried flesh.

His regeneration, which should be insane, was barely healing the damage, but Rowan did not care about the pitiful state of his body, not when he was fighting to keep the Primordial Record close.

Endless waves of soul-wrenching pain were still tearing his soul to pieces as the fusion process had not ended, even as he fought to keep the Primordial Record closed. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

A whisper slipped past the defenses of his consciousness and entered his heart,

"You should not fight me, Eos. This was always meant to be."

The voice had emerged in his heart, yet Rowan’s mouth spoke them.

"From the day you touched the page of my book, this has always been your Fate..."

That same voice delved into Rowan’s heart, and his mouth spoke it. The voice was calm and cold, and as much as Rowan wanted to fight against it, he could not.

If he did, he would lose the chance to fuse these abilities, and when he did, all the abilities placed in the fusion would be lost. Rowan would have been willing to make this sacrifice, but he could no longer do that.

He was now on a ride that he could no longer get off. The presence inside the Primordial Record would escape if he cancelled the process, and the only way to survive would be to complete the fusion, and he would become the master of this presence. If he did not, then he would become its... No, his slave.

Slave to a higher power.

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Upon seeing those eyes, Rowan understood what had happened; he had swum in the Abyss between the endless void of Limbo for too long, and although the Abyss was supposedly empty, there were creatures within that Primordials dreaded.

Every time Rowan did his fusion with the assistance of the Primordial Record, he was creating new techniques and abilities that had not existed before, like his Origin Land and becoming an Apex Omniversal Titan, but he was also making the Singularity stronger.

Making the Primordial Record stronger had no obvious drawbacks; it would be able to enhance his abilities more efficiently and easily, while also presenting more options to him, if by some chance the Singularity was able to evolve, but all of those advantages came to nothing when something extremely special happened during a fusion.

Rowan was making new abilities with each of his fusions, but what happened when he did not make a new ability, but something older... Something that had existed before but was now gone.

During his evolution and ascension, Rowan had been inheriting abilities from his bloodlines, and it was a practice that he had become used to until he was strong enough to begin making techniques and spells ideally suited to him.

Inheriting techniques and spells from his bloodlines were dangerous, and he had seen firsthand what that could do to him over the years, with the greatest of them being the Gilded Maw spell by the Primordials that had killed him, but this was the cost of evolving into a higher dimensional being by following shortcuts, even if the shortcut was as profound as the Primordial Record.

Rowan was well aware of the risks; this was the reason he embraced the fusion abilities of the Primordial Record due to its ability to create something new from the old. With his new abilities and bloodlines, he was free from the manipulations of higher-dimensional powers.

There were risks to fusion, but Rowan always thought he was able to handle it; it was always the punch you did not see coming that put you down.

In this fusion, he was fusing his bloodline ability, Purgatory Gate, with his dimensional fabrics skill, which included his dimensional engine, Breath of Enoch, Astrolabe, Knowledge Well, Hollow Forge, and Dimensional Flesh.

All of these skills were powerful and unique, but Rowan had made a mistake; there was one ability he should not have fused, and that was the Breath of Enoch.

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"This book was never meant to open. You did, and the price must be paid."

The force pushing behind the covers of the Primordial Record multiplied, and Rowan groaned in distress as more of his body began to shrink, not just his right arm, but he did not take a step back; he maintained the pressure on the book.

The leather binding beneath his palm pulsed with a slow rhythmic heartbeat, and he could feel the touch of the presence waiting inside of it, and it was coming closer.

His act of completing the fusion was a double-edged sword, because it was making it easier for the presence to infiltrate his mind and body.

"You were never real..." The voice inside of him crooned, and the sound that emerged from Rowan’s lips was that of a thousand Realities fading into nothingness. "You are my mask, and I shall wear you."

Rowan could see him. Sitting on a throne of madness, he was awakening, as a worthy shell had finally been found after so long waiting.

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