The Primordial Record

Although not readily apparent, especially in the higher realms, everything followed a sort of rule, a balance that guided the operation of all things. Rowan had seen this rule everywhere, he had lived with these rules, and he had also casually broken them, and now for him, to an extent, the rules were what he decided to make of it.

Water could not consume the oxygen in the air to burn like fire, but it could exist in several states like vapor and ice, and it followed unique rules that bound it to a certain form, so also certain things in life could not change what they were else they would transform into something different.

If water wanted to burn it would have to transform into flames.

A universe, a dimension, Reality… all of these were powerful and all-encompassing, but their thought processes were slow; they could contain abilities and bloodlines but they could not possess those abilities or bloodlines themselves. This was the balance that guided all things, but Rowan was… an abomination.

He had heard those words many times from his enemies and he was always discovering new depths to his powers and understanding why those words were very apt to his unique situation.

Rowan was a living dimension, but all dimensions had life of their own, even though their form of life might be alien to what most immortals would consider life to be, and so as a living dimension his status was not that special, at least that was what it might seem on the surface.

However, Rowan’s status as a living dimension meant that he was a dimension that possessed all the traits of life that he should never have. He had no balance, and he encompasses all things beyond the form that he was given.

Imagine a world that could not only think for itself but also cultivate itself to greater height, and if the situation calls for it, could also take up arms to defend against enemies, such a world would be Rowan.

He could both be fire and water, death and life, creation and destruction… Why bother with the limits that held back Reality, when he could become both the creator and the creation at the same time?

This realization shook his consciousness as Rowan discovered his Fate, and the door of the seventh-dimensional level was blasted open.

Despite his impossible talents, Rowan knew that if he had sat down in a single place and had not delved into dangers and found opportunities all around him, then he would never have been able to ascend the dimensional ladder so quickly.

He had built the foundations for his higher dimension by venturing into various places that were far beyond his present dimension like Limbo and the Primordial Domains, coupled with the abundant higher dimensional immortals that he had killed and come across in his lifetime, Rowan simply needed to find what connected him to the higher realms and he could easily make his way across.

“Interesting, I reached the peak of the sixth dimension and the seventh has been opened, if this pattern continues then before this year runs out I will be an Old one!”

It was a shame that he would be a bit occupied in the next few days, weeks, months, or years before a resolution was made else with the finalization of his plans in Reality, he would have immediately pushed for the seventh dimension, but with careful use of his time, Rowan would be making sure that he conquered Fate when the earliest opportunity presented itself.

Reaching higher dimensions was critical to his plans for success, and he would rather be in this battle against the Primordials if he had reached the level of an Old One at the least, he would have preferred if he was at the levels of a Primordial but Rowan could not be too greedy with his expectations.

At the least, he felt his understanding of the higher dimensional levels up to the eighth dimension was strong and he could reach it in time, but the ninth-dimensional level was shrouded in fog, and the only way he could pierce through that fog would be in battle.

No Primordial would willingly let go of their secrets to the ninth dimension, and Rowan would simply be staking on the power of his Origin bloodlines and his myriad abilities to bridge the gap between himself and the Primordials so he would have a fighting chance.

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The tendrils emerging from his consciousness touched the heads of all the Avatars of his bloodline and a profound sense of connection began to grow between them all. Blood merging with stone, fire merging with air… death merging with laughter, flowers merging with pain, madness merging with salt, dreams merging with bones….

Countless profound changes that would place everything he had accomplished before in the sphere of creation were triggered inside of his consciousness and for many brief moments, Rowan went insane as his consciousness was taken to limits he had only glimpsed from afar.

“Too much… it is too much… but I still want more!!!!”

Rowan’s mental fortitude crushed the barriers of this merger into splinters, it did not matter how difficult it was to bring into Reality, no one wanted this more than him, there was too much riding on his victory and so he would not stop moving forward. At this stage of his life, madness was a relief but it was not one that Rowan could ever rely on. This weight he would carry to the finish line.

Rowan’s consciousness sighed as he felt his perception begin to dim, and he closed his eyes to accept this process, he could feel the reassurance from the Primordial Record that it would monitor his bloodlines even when he was unable to do so.

With this wave of consolation, Rowan slipped into a deep darkness that was not peaceful instead it was filled with the screams of the dying and the promise of chaos and pain on such a massive scale that nothing like it had ever been known in existence.

He could hear his true name being whispered at the moment between the screams, like a dirge made to summon the end of all things, and Rowan felt the pain and horror at the destruction that was to come in the hearts of all, both the living and the dead… he accepted them all, their cries of fear and pain, and he told them that he was with them, their sorrows and hatred could be laid on his back, he was strong enough to carry them all.

Merging his bloodlines with his Origin Land proceeded without much difficulty, and when Rowan opened his eyes, the Avatars of his bloodline had vanished and his Origin Land was transforming before his eyes.

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