The Word of Enoch (The Sound That Ends Realities):
Your voice is not sound. It is the anti-song of the void.
Unstitch: A whisper that peels away layers of reality, revealing the raw, throbbing nothingness beneath.
Graft: You fuse two unrelated dimensions together, creating a new hell or a new heaven.
Silence: You erase a concept from local reality.
Rowan perused these three abilities for a while, understanding that this was basically a tool-kit for a living reality to work with.
The Breath of Enoch that was available in the higher echelons of Reality was famed for being able to affect Reality, but that breath was nothing before the words.
Rowan’s Origin Land was a treasure trove that he could not yet explore because he lacked the proper tools for that sort of thing, but with these words, he would be able to explore the intricate mysteries that made his Land special.
Rowan could begin his experiments with all of Reality and find the path of development for his Origin Land, and the utilization of this power did not end here. No domain was safe from him, not the Primordial Domains, not even the Realm of Death... in time, he should be able to peer through all their secrets.
After the disappointment from the dimensional fabric symptoms, Rowan was eager to pursue this new power gained from the Words of Enoch, but he was surprised when the page of the Primordial Record flipped once more.
Your Origin Bloodline fused with Dimensional Fabrics Skills. With the merger of the Enochian Cradle, shadows of Fabrics Skill were generated from the Symptoms of your existence.
Final Approval is needed for an opposing Shadow Template to be added to your Existence. (Y/N)
The description of what the Primordial Record wrote was complex, but its core essence was simple. In the fusion of his bloodline skills, Breath of Enoch and his dimensional fabrics skills, there were certain factors that made the fusion to become unstable.
It turned out that the Breath of Enoch was too powerful, and the fabric skills of his dimensional flesh inherited from the Celestial Creators were too weak. This ultimately led to a situation where the fusion skill he had gained was deeply influenced by the Word of Enoch, becoming more like curses than blessings.
However, Rowan’s bloodline was far too profound to be easily suppressed, and his Origin Bloodlines had fused with his dimensional fabrics skills even before the merger with the Word of Enoch.
Perhaps if Rowan had only a single Origin Bloodline, this would not have mattered to a corrupting force as powerful as the Word of Enoch, but he had three, and the influence they had over his skills could not be so easily diminished.
With the influence of his bloodlines, the Primordial Record would be able to drag out the skills from the curses imposed by the Enochian Cradle.
In other words, his Original dimensional fabric skills were weak and could only bear the symptoms of this fusion, but paired with his Origin Bloodlines, there was a possibility to gain the skills from this fusion. That is, if Rowan was willing to take the risk.
He hesitated for a brief moment before he pushed ahead with acquiring these skills. Rowan was already the enemy of Enoch, whether he wanted to or not.
Rowan had been placed on a path that he could not just step away from, and for the slightest chance of victory, he would have to push forward.
Rowan spoke; the voice that boomed from his chest was surprisingly powerful, and all of the changes he had been undergoing were causing unknown modifications throughout his body.
"Primordial Record, you are authorised."
The black book seemed to freeze; it was as if it had entered a separate dimension for a moment, and then it returned. This was the first time Rowan was observing something like that, but the words now being written on the fresh page drew his attention.
Dimensional Fabric (The Skin of the Abyss):
You do not manipulate dimensions. You wear them.
The first skill was familiar and also quite odd. For anyone else who gained this power, this would be a skill that was beyond Supreme, but as a living Reality himself, was he supposed to wear his own skin?
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