The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1849

Chapter 1849: Final Form (3)

"Are they entirely mindless?" Rowan asked in puzzlement. The eyes staring down on him were filled with power, but lacked a certain direction. It was as if a single body was crammed full with a billion different minds, all striving for control, and in the resultant chaos, there could be no lead, only endless clash that led to a devolution.

"No, they are not mindless," Eosah replied to him, "Their immortal nature means that if every Origin they devour, they gain another mind that is a direct copy of the original. It means that in each Primordial, there are a multitude of Primordials vying for control, all mad and filled with hunger, and they all have equal minds and capabilities, so there can be no winner, just an endless battle. But don’t you dare think of pitying them; they have discovered ways of going around this limitation, and you have experienced those methods firsthand."

Rowan cocked his head to the side, as he stated flatly in realization, "The Primordials inside of Reality."

"Yes. I don’t know how the minds that are going to be picked are decided upon, but there would be one unlucky Reality among many that would suffer the fate of being infected with some of the minds of the Primordials, and using this method, the Primordials are able to think, plot and plan their way into the future, free of the hunger and madness being experienecd by their main bodies inside Limbo. However, I believe that my situation is highly peculiar, and perhaps the reason I was born outside the boundaries of the Cradle of Enoch was due to the interventions of the Primordials."

Rowan was now deeply interested in her words, "Why do you say that?"

"All Realities have inherited memories, and for a plague like the Primordials, the knowledge of their activities is nearly at the top of that list." Eosah shook her head, either in the grip of memory or to comfort herself, "In my memories, there had been many Realities infected by the minds of the Primordials in the past, but the time period the minds stay inside these Realities is extremely short. The shortest had been a few million years, and the longest not nearing five billion years. As you know, the Primordials have been inside my corpse for nine Major Eras, and I know they have been able to get away with this travesty for so long because I was born outside the Cradle of Enoch, and I do not enjoy the guidance of the Beast of Inevitability."

She brought up her fingers and began to point out, "In the time inside me, they have performed various duties that went outside their nature. They allowed life to flourish, gave the mortals the ability to cultivate, even mimicked the Era Cycles of Reality as close as possible, all of it was to give my dead corpse a semblance of life, all of it was just to create a sandbox... for you, Rowan."

Rowan’s eyes flashed. Life had a way of coming full circle. The answers to the deepest questions he had were always with him from the beginning, but it took standing on a greater height to see the whole picture.

When he awoke as a child on Trion, confused and scared by his transmigration and not understanding a single thing about his situation, he did not know he had been placed inside The Nexus. A place where everything was carefully crafted so that he could be observed by a higher power.

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