The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1741

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Chapter 1741: Creation... Begins (final)

Countless transformations took place inside the bodies of the first twenty-five Weavers of Causality. Their form shifted into threads of time and fate, before returning to the chosen humanoid form they settled upon.

Rowan observed them for a while, knowing that it would take a bit of time before they became used to their abilities, but his work was not over. He gestured towards the second rune, activating its power and pouring it towards the second group of Archai.

From his control over Absolute Stasis and the myriad laws he had comprehended, Rowan gave them this part of himself, calling this second group of Archai, the Anchor of Reality!

This rune did not explode in radiance but drank the light. It manifested itself as a black geometric solid, but it was not the black of absence, but of finality, for it absorbs all light, vibration, and possibility.

Its shape is a perfect tesseract, a four-dimensional cube. As it splits into individual pieces and pieces the bodies of the chosen Archai, it leaves burning scars across space and time that would never have faded until Rowan willed them away.

In the core of the Anchors of Reality, Rowan’s purpose rumbled in their consciousnesses,

"YOU ARE THE FOUNDATION AND THE LAW. THE UNMOVED POINT. THE ABSOLUTE ZERO. I GIVE YOU THE CONSTANTS. HOLD THEM FAST. LET NOT THE SPEED OF LIGHT FLUCTUATE. LET NOT THE STRENGTH OF GRAVITY WAIVER. YOU ARE THE BOUNDARY BEYOND WHICH IS ONLY UNRAVELING. YOUR EXISTENCE IS THE WALL THAT HOLDS BACK THE VOID. WHERE THE WEAVER CREATES FLUX, YOU SHALL ENFORCE STASIS. YOU ARE THE ORDER THAT MAKES CHAOS POSSIBLE. BE IMMUTABLE."

With the transformation still ongoing in the second group, Rowan beckoned towards the third rune, activating it with his consciousness.

He pulled from his chaotic and limitless potential and poured it into this rune, making it blaze with a scarlet flame like the eruption of a volcano.

These Archai would be called the Maelstrom of Unmaking and Rebirth, and they were his wrath made manifest.

The rune had transformed into a roaring fractal vortex that resembled a galaxy being born and dying in the same instant.

Unlike the previous two runes, whose complexity was hidden inside their core, this one seemed almost proud to display its powers to all creation as it blazed and pulsed with the power of creation and destruction.

At its event-horizon-like periphery, reality was torn into its constituent parts: matter unravels into energy, energy into fundamental forces, concepts into meaningless static.

This is the "Unmaking."

At its impossible core, this raw, screaming potential is violently compressed and forged back into new, strange forms of matter, law, and possibility—the "Rebirth."

This rune was a constantly recomposing storm of incandescent dust, gravitational lenses, and fragments of dead dimensions. It has no consciousness that recognizes individuals; it is a cosmic storm front, a creative destruction that scours the canvas so a new picture can be painted.

And as it poured into the bodies of the Archai, a cry that signified an unknown change blazed from their bodies as each of them lit up brighter than every star in the sky.

Unlike the rest, Rowan’s will came to them in a whisper,

"YOU ARE THE STORM AND THE FORGE. THE END AND THE BEGINNING. WHERE THE LOOM FRAYS AND FADES, YOU SHALL UNWEAVE IT. WHERE REALITY GROWS STALE AND COLD, YOU SHALL DEVOUR IT. REDUCE THE OBSOLETE TO ITS PRIMORDIAL POTENTIAL. CHURN THE ASHES OF DEAD STARS INTO THE CLAY OF NEW CREATION. YOU ARE THE NECESSARY DESTRUCTION THAT FUELS ETERNAL GENERATION. BE THE FIRE THAT CLEANSES, AND THE ANVIL UPON WHICH NEW WORLDS ARE HAMMERED."