The Primordial Record - Chapter 1993

Capítulo 1993: The Meaning of Sacrifice

The Abomination had been struggling to contain Eos while also placing its attention on the ongoing battle between Rowan and the Primordials alongside their unexpected ally.

There was almost a look of disbelief in its many eyes as it saw Rowan being suppressed by the Primordials. With his knowledge of Eos and his strange abilities, it did not find it particularly remarkable that just with his Incarnation alone, he was fighting all of the Primordials and their ally. Frankly, it would be more strange if it were the opposite.

It had already begun diverting resources away from containing Eos because the ultimate prize was not with him, but with the Incarnation, and the Abomination simply had to wait for the right moment to come before it would attack, and quicker than he anticipated, the moment came.

Rowan, despite his powers as the Primordial of Space, had no way to combat all of his adversaries. Perhaps if he were fighting one at a time, then there would be a chance, but he was not, and the Primordials were not pulling their punches.

What made this situation even worse for him was that he should have been trying as much as possible to flee from this place. He was the Primordial of Space, and while they would still catch up to him, he would have extended his life for longer, but Rowan had chosen to attack them.

At first, the Abomination was puzzled by this decision. After fighting with Eos for so long, it knew that every action taken by this man was not to be taken lightly. If Rowan was not taking the obvious action to flee from danger, there must be something else that was at stake.

However, the Abomination could no longer stand back and watch when it saw that Rowan was about to be killed. If anyone was going to be killing Rowan, it would have to be by its hands.

Sending a burst of knowledge into Eos’s mind, the Abomination mocked him, “Did you ever wonder why the Primordials left you alone after your actions gave them freedom? They were not doing it out of goodwill; they knew that their previous actions would cause you to be wary, and if they pressured you more… you would break, and so what did they do? You played right into their trap… hahahaha. You became the owner of the Primordial Record, the container of all the powers in Existence… including my own.”

Even in the midst of his struggle, Rowan still had the presence of mind to reply quite calmly, “I see now, you all were waiting for me to reach the Primordial level, but because I did it too quickly, plans changed, and your agenda was broken. Look at you, Enoch, in the body of an Abomination, while you slaughtered the Cradle, your hidden hand… look at them, the Primordials and even Death itself, they were at each other’s throat, and now they have forged a perilous alliance.”

The Abomination laughed, “You think you know everything? You have no idea the forces you have placed into play by this act. You forced our hand, but you were never its owner.”

“You can stop with your attempt at trying to bait the answers out of me, Enoch. I do not know everything, but what I know is that if you spend more time trying to hold me down, your children are going to take the Primordial Record for themselves and they shall gleefully tear you to pieces.”

The Abomination growled in anger, “It does not matter what you think you know or what you must have planned. Today, you die, and everything else would follow you to your grave.”

This discussion had barely taken any time, taking place instantly inside the consciousness of Eos, and the Abomination had already finished its plans. A greater part of its body was being used in imprisoning Eos, while a small part of its body had evolved for the first time into a mantis-like creature that was barely bigger than a small moon.

Using the present scale of Eos, the Abomination in this size was countless trillions of times smaller than an atom. However, the power that was in this small body was exponentially greater than the previous body it was using to restrain Eos.

At the moment, the falling scythe of the general of Death was only a few inches from slicing into Rowan’s skull, and from the force the general was applying to his weapon, it would cut through Rowan like a hot knife through snow.

The scythe was already falling quite quickly, but when the Abomination exploded towards them, cutting through the distance separating them as if it were nothing, the general quickened his swing while roaring in victory.

Rowan, watching the blade descend on him in a rather calm manner, finally spoke, “You all believe you know the importance of sacrifice, but you know nothing.”

At the moment, his situation was extremely dire. The seven Primordials had shackled his body, soul, and Will, and even if they did nothing and simply maintained this shackle, the weight of their Will would crush him to pieces.

The scythe of Death was an inch away from tearing him apart on the fundamental level, and behind him, the Abomination had torn across space and time, and massive claws that would shred him to pieces were sweeping towards him, and the scene, due to the extreme speed at which it was happening, simultaneously appeared sped up and still.

In Rowan’s head, he heard the voice of Eos, ‘No, they do not… You have lived well, Rowan. You can rest now. But not yet…’

‘No, not yet.’ Rowan agreed.

Reaching the Primordial level for Rowan meant passing through a series of checkpoints, and before it could be fully completed, billions of years would pass by, but Rowan had passed one of those checkpoints a short while back, and his control over the power of space had solidified, but it would not be enough; too much was happening too quickly.

And so, staring his end in the face, Rowan chose to burn. To burn his body, his soul, and his Will.

The Primordials may be burning Origin Forces as if they were nothing, but these were all stolen power that they never earned, and so how could they draw out all the power that each Origin Force contained?

He was burning space, but the Origin of Space was cold like Oblivion at its heart, and there was no change on the surface of his body. But when the scythe of death and the claws of the Abomination slammed against Rowan, the scythe only entered a few inches into his forehead, and the claws of the Abomination could barely tear through his muscles, only leaving long gashes on his back.

Rowan flexed his muscles, and they rippled like a wave on the surface of a calm sea; all the chains of Wills from the Primordials were pushed away from his body with so much force that they took several steps back; these included the general and the Abomination looming behind him.

Nyxara’s eyes widened in anger as she shrieked, “What have you done?”

Rowan smiled, “I am showing you the meaning of sacrifice.”