The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1726

Chapter 1726: Specters and Echoes 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The voices were cold and carried a note of cruelty that was deeply pervasive, and although it sounded as if they were talking beside his ears, he could hear them all throughout the entire length of the Echoing Corridors.

Rowan remained silent as his perception pulsed rhythmically in his attempt to decipher the position of these voices. As long as he was holding the Soul Spiders, slowing down the rate at which they destroyed the corridors, he did not care what these voices were saying when he had the time to hunt them down.

“Why do you think that everything would always go the way you want?… You are no longer in your place of power anymore; you are in the realm of dissolution.”

Rowan closed his eyes and pushed deeper into his search. Every moment that went by, he reviewed and dismissed billions of options until he found what he was looking for, and his eyes flew open. ” Echoes indeed,” he whispered, and with a thought, the hands holding all the Soul Spiders flicked one of their fingers and crushed the heads of these creatures, stopping their awful shrieks and returning silence to the corridors.

Something flashed across the walls so fast that only Rowan’s impossible perception was able to grab a hold of it.

Existing in the barest moment where the sound of memory was born and destroyed, there were four figures who had appeared in the walls of the Endless Corridors, and as soon as Rowan saw their figures, his Will began dragging them out of the realm of nonexistence.

The Soul Spiders in his grasp were shuddering, on the verge of death. They may be immortal, but they were incredibly fragile, and Rowan began to devour these spiders quickly.

A small part of him acknowledged that his ability to devour was turning out to be a more versatile tool than he initially anticipated. Instead of slowly deciphering the mysteries of the Echoing Corridors, he would fully inherit them.

While doing this, Rowan had not forgotten the danger, as he began to slowly bring out these four figures hidden inside the echoes. They were slippery, their nature tending more towards nonexistence than existence.

Still, Rowan was used to wrestling with forces more slippery than this, and he slowly drew out what was hidden inside the walls. Of the four presences he had glimpsed, he slowly drew out the first.

It was a weeping child, curled in a dark corner, clutching a dying star that flickers in time with his sobs. Surrounding the weeping child were bleeding planets; it would seem that the slaughter that had been ongoing on these worlds was so terrible that it had overfilled the limits of the worlds and began to spill over.

The weeping child stopped whimpering, head slowly turning towards Rowan with blood pouring down his face,

“I never asked for this. I just wanted to create beauty.”

Saying that he cradled the dying star and continued weeping. Rowan regarded this sight for a while and looked to another corner where another presence was being revealed.

He saw a window, with a thin man with glowing brown skin and eyes as bright as stars looking through this window with avid fascination. The man did not acknowledge his presence, his focus not leaving the window for a moment as he watched whatever was outside with detached academic interest.

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