The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1744

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Chapter 1744: The Elythrii

A million years had gone by, and the Origin Ouroboros Serpents had settled into their nature as the giver of life and light. Their enormous bodies that continued growing alongside the Origin Land created a shockingly beautiful line across the heavens.

Occasionally, it was possible to hear the voices of the serpents when they chose to discuss amongst themselves, but you needed to be extremely high up in the heavens to do so, even higher than the burning stars.

The light from their bodies shone below to a realm of breathtaking beauty and savage danger. After more than a million years of the realm being moved and reshaped by the hands of the Archai and the Bloodline Avatars, five massive continents surrounded by oceans had arisen from the Origin Land.

Each continent hosts every biome from crystalline deserts to fungal jungles where trees hum with latent energy.

The Origin Land was rich in a resource that would later be understood as Ether—the latent potential of this Reality, the substrate upon which the Archai work, bleeding through into the Story-Space that mortals would come to inhabit, which was represented by these five continents.

In the first half of the millions of years that had passed, the Fragment of Potential stirred. It had lain dormant for more than five hundred thousand years within the first self-replicating proteins, in the ancient amphibians that crawled onto land, in the mighty reptiles that ruled the continents, and in the small, clever mammals that scurried in their shadows.

It was not a soul, not yet. It was a directive, a compulsion encoded in the very quantum fields of their being: Grow. Understand. Become more.

Rowan could have easily made every mortal spring into life fully formed, but that would have placed too much of his hands in their Destiny. The potential for greatness was already within them, and all the tools needed to achieve that greatness were within their reach.

Of course, if he had placed such seeds of potential in a normal realm or dimension, it would have taken a longer time for them to sprout, but in the Origin Land, five hundred thousand years was all that was needed for the first seed to grow.

The slow but steady engine of evolution revealed itself as a sharper claw, a keener eye, and a more complex social structure. With this process, a species emerged that named itself the Elythrii. In them, the Fragment ignited into a flame.

This was what had awoken Rowan from his million-year slumber. His children had made an incredible creation outside the intervention of his Will.

The name Elythrii that arose from the mouths and the hearts of the mortals broke the limits of space-time and awakened the consciousness of Eos.

Rowan’s perception came to settle on the mortal, and their new form delighted his senses.

The Elythrii are humanoid, with skin that subtly shifts color with emotion and eyes capable of perceiving a broader spectrum of light. Even as mortals, their bodies possessed a strength and beauty that would shame most immortals.

He observed that they are tribal, fierce, and deeply intuitive. They live short, brutal lives, but they are storytellers and mystics.

Their “short” lives were a century, but it was hard to see those who lived to an old age. Before the Elythrii rose, countless beasts had made these five continents their home, and they were powerful and savage, causing the Elythrii to live in a world filled with both dangers and opportunities.

At this time, the Elythrii were slowly conquering a single continent, either killing off or taming the countless beasts that filled the land. Yet, even in such a savage domain, the growth of their society was nothing short of amazing, and it was not long before a name was given to this beautiful realm they came to inhabit.

They called the land Elython. The name came from the depths of their consciousness, and it stemmed from the sights that most saw when they were near death.

It was said in the distance, beyond the light of the six oceans of light above—which was the name of Origin Ouroboros above the realm—they could see a presence so large that their entire realm must surely rest on its single finger.