The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1838

Chapter 1838: The Price of Knowledge

One moment, Rowan stood facing Eosah, the consciousness of Reality pulsing with ancient, grave knowledge. The next, the very fabric of her being was violated in a way that should not be possible.

Eosah’s body bent at the waist, as if every bone inside her torso had been shattered, the hand that shattered her head twisted like a snake and began to head towards Rowan as the voice that had previously sounded cold as it condemned Eosah transformed into a tone that was almost sickly sweet,

"Oh, Eos, do not let the small minds of the fallen twist you from your path. Everything will come in its own time; it is left for you to wait for the right moment. Come and rest in my darkness. Inside here, there are no troubles, just the bliss you deserve."

Rowan, who had been retreating even before the arm of darkness violently burst out of the chest of Eosah, had not gone far before the arm began to reach for him.

To his amazement, his body stopped moving as if he had become a fly trapped in amber. This should be impossible; at his present level, nothing should be able to just hold him in place.

It was not a matter of power; it concerned the laws he controlled.

His metaphysical weight on reality was so potent that Rowan could literally punch through Primordials by utilizing his weight alone.

To be held in place was like a mountain falling from the sky, and unexpectedly, the cloud was able to hold the weight of it.

The arm moved faster than anything that Rowan had ever encountered, and he knew without any doubt that if this hand grabbed him, he would be lost.

He may not be here physically, but his Incarnation was a pipeline to him. Rowan had refined the process of creating his Incarnation to its limits, and among the features he gave them, it was complete separation from his main body.

If, for any reason, his Incarnation was corrupted or affected by an unknown power, even on the scale of the Altar of Unmaking that had the power to gather all the scattered pieces of their target, his Incarnation would be able to fool this process long enough for Rowan to completely sever all ties he had with this copy.

After acquiring the Altar of Unmaking and realizing its enormous potential for destruction, Rowan had seen the weakness of having multiple Incarnations in different locations.

Although he did not have the weakness of the Primordials inside of Reality, if a Primordial were to use the Altar of Unmaking against him, he would lose too much energy too quickly to be regained, and if he did not try to interrupt the process, he would be killed on that Altar.

Knowing this weakness, Rowan had been tweaking his Incarnation with every moment that passed. If an outside observer were to watch all of Rowan’s Incarnation that was scattered across Reality, they would witness something truly amazing.

His Incarnations were constantly evolving and changing, and sometimes these evolutions were so drastic that to compare his incarnations from a minute ago to the present one would be like comparing the intelligence between an ape and a man.

Rowan’s battle against the Primordials inside Reality was largely done by the combination of his Incarnations and his soul; only in his first battle with Primordial Soul did he entirely use his body to combat her.

Becoming a Reality came with many benefits, but the weight of his existence was something that he had to be careful about; hence, he broke the shell of Eosah.

However, all of his progress on his Incarnations meant nothing against this hand; he had been rudely thrown from his throne of power to the bottom of the trench in a single moment, from an unstoppable god to a wide-eyed infant.

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