The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1701

Chapter 1701: Enochian Crucible

When Rowan’s flesh and soul had been totally consumed by the strange presence inside the Primordial Record, his body began to break down. His body, which should be at the peak of existence, was now shattered, leaving a ruin of divine flesh and cosmic bones behind.

What remained of him resembled a gigantic tumor, warped by the thing that had burrowed into him from his eyes. However, one thing remained constant, and that was a massive stump that had once been a hand, holding down a vibrating black book.

From all indications, Rowan was dead, but his will was eternal. What remained of him stopped the Primordial Record from fully opening.

Years went by, and a dark liquid like tar began to bubble out between the pages of the Primordial Record before it reshaped itself into a series of tentacles, which began to slowly lift the cover of the Primordial Record.

Although the tendrils were tiny, the strength they possessed must have been astonishing because they were pushing against the stump of Rowan’s hand, an Apex Omniversal Titan, and they were slowly making headway.

Years continued rolling by, and the movement from the black tendrils halted, no matter how much they pushed, there seemed to be a final barrier that could not be broken, and the tendrils seemed to be aware of this as they no longer tried to push the cover of the black book open, instead they surged towards the mass of tumor that was now the body of Rowan.

With the foundation of corruption already in his flesh, the tendrils were able to easily melt through his body, and they delved into the darkness, looking for the last remnants of Rowan’s Will.

The darkness inside of Rowan was infinite, but the tendrils came from a place that defied the notion of infinity, and they found the last remnants of Rowan’s Will, who resembled a mortal man staring at the stars.

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This might be the last of Rowan’s Will, but it still possessed the power to create a universe around the last part of him.

He could have chosen to become anything inside this universe, but he still found himself returning to his mortal body.

Rowan looked at the stars and questioned himself, "What is the core of my being?"

Was it the relentless search to exceed perfection?

Reaching the eighth-dimensional level was nothing for a being like him. He could have easily attained one of the many countless destinies that he was more than qualified to acquire, but Rowan had always held himself back, always looking for the option that exceeded them all.

He had finally found a path where he would attain Origin for all of his dimensions, and fuse his bloodline abilities into something devastatingly powerful, but his choices had led him to stay weak while engaging in a greater amount of risks. Was it worth it?

"Is the core of my being to become perfection?"

Rowan had chosen to become selfless, to become an idea and not a person. He had let go of his fear of death or failure, of love or fear. He had taken the weight of all of existence and placed it on his shoulders.

He had taken on impossible tasks and assured everyone who believed in him that he was more than a god or any divinity, that he would never falter or fail, that there would never be a time when he would not win.

His mind and will had become unbreakable, even his flesh had followed, but it never seemed to be enough.

"Is the core of my being the journey itself, the relentless search on a road that might have no end?"

As he asked himself these questions, his gaze, which was fixed on the stars, turned towards a corner of the heavens that had begun to fade and shatter into dust as an unholy presence surged into this final portion of his consciousness.

"Why fight the inevitable, Eos? This path was always your... destiny."

Rowan’s eyes, which were filled with confusion, suddenly cleared up. The presence of the voice, the very clear presence of death, was like a cool spring water clearing away the fog in his mind.

He did not need to ask himself these questions; he never did. His destiny was always his own to forge as he saw fit, ever changing, malleable, and unstoppable.

He had evolved from a mortal to a Reality, and if there was one constant in Rowan’s life, that was transformation... His destiny could not be simplified in a simple set of words, that was too small to hold him... everything was too small!

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