The Primordial Record

Chapter 1227: I Alone Rember It



The words he spoke carried a weight that was almost impossible to describe, it told a nearly unbelievable tale about how all the achievement that Rowan had made since he left the

universe was done by a Reflection.

There were many ways to describe a Reflection, they could be called shadows, or vestiges, considered to be nearly useless in the large scheme of things. What was the use of a reflection in the mirror? Or the shadow at someone's feet?

The reason why the Third Prince and the rest of his ilks were so potent as Reflection was because their roots were incredibly potent. Being Reflections of the Eye of a Primordial was a status that most could never match in all of reality, and yet, comparing the actions of the Third Prince and those of Rowan, the differences would be clear.

This difference was so vast that it was able to fool even the Eye of Time.

The Reflection of Rowan had not fully confirmed his status until a short while ago, he finally accepted this truth when his dimensional flesh was completed and yet he could not find the path to ascension, something was missing, and he was a bit confused at first despite all the hints that he had been gathering all this while, but he knew what he was when the vortex inside his collapsing mental space released a breath.

This breath was the same as his own, but in comparison to his power, this breath was the sun, and he was barely an ember. There was an innate quality inside this breath that he lacked, a majesty that he could not match, no matter how closely he was related to the original, it could never be the same.

From the moment he left the universe of his birth, he had not heard the songs of his Angels, seen the smile of the Lady of Shadows, or opened his Primordial Record... all these while his mind had been subtly manipulated, memories trimmed and adjusted so that he could not miss those integral portions of himself.

The only person who could fool Rowan was Rowan.

Rowan glanced at his completed dimension after he went through all the troubles and gathered them together, its power was vast and ridiculously powerful, even though they were in a dormant state, all this power was enough to attract the fragment of a Primordial, and now he knew the truth and he nearly laughed in disbelief.

His dimensional flesh here was just a small piece of the whole... His main body had ruthlessly torn off a portion of his flesh and sent it out into reality, and even if he had fallen, he was just bait and a method to test the waters...

He would still send another Reflection if he failed, and if that one failed, he would send another and another until everything was completed in the manner of his choosing.

Rowan was brutal to his enemies, and also to himself as well.

"No, this is not possible, you can not be a Reflection!" the Eye of Time seemed to be growing mad, "I created Reflections... I know their capabilities... your essence, your powers, your soul! ... you cannot be a Reflection, all of this is simply a method to win this battle of the soul, hehehe, good job Rowan, you nearly got me, but you forgot I created Reflections!"

"And I improved on your formula, and it was rather simple. Unlike you, I am not at war with myself. I know my enemies, and they are legion." Rowan replied as this space they were in shook, the earth and the sky quaking.

This change in the surroundings made the Eye of Time look at the sky and it recognized the patterns they contained, and it asked in a dull tone as if it was in great disbelief, but still needed to keep a portion of its dignity,

"Are those the first starlights after the birth of reality? How could you have something like this? How could you know something like this?"

Rowan looked deeply at the Eye of Time and muttered to himself, but it was loud enough that the Eye also heard him, "So I am not the only one with missing memories, it is good that you recognize this sky, sometimes it can be lonely when you are the only one who can appreciate the significance of a thing, don't you think so?"

With a sinking sensation in its cold heart, the Eye of Time asked, "What do you mean by that? What memories am I missing?"

Rowan shook his head in pity, "I play the long game, have you not realized it yet, everything here was within my hand from the start, and you are a small part of it, an extremely annoying part I would say. The challenge was to find a way to deceive you in a manner that would escape your omniscience."

Rowan rolled his eyes at the sheer look of disbelief in the face of the Eye of Time, "Yes, I know what comes after you exceed the seventh dimension, and yes, I am indeed telling you that I found a way to break it. Tell me, Eye of Time, you say you know everything about me, but what do you know about me?"

Asking this question, Rowan looked at the Eye with a penetrative gaze, like a researcher looking at a lab rat, not wanting to miss a single thing that was about to occur,

The Eye of Time appeared confused but it began to mutter, "I know that you were a creation of my mind, your cry drew forth the first Singularity from Nothingness, and within you is the potential to absorb everything in creation. You are the crowning achievement..."

Rowan arched an eyebrow, as he coughed, "Well, if you put it like that, I don't see..."

He was interrupted by the Eye of Time who seemed to be deep in its introspection, "Yet knowing all of that, how did I always end up underestimating you, how did I think your methods would be so simple, there is something wrong with my..."

"Shh...." Rowan placed a finger on his lips, and he pointed upwards at the sky, "Don't speak out loud or he will hear you. When he does, everything here will end, and I want to see the lovely sky for as long as possible."

The Eye of Time shuddered, "What are you?" perhaps, it did not even realize that when it asked this question, it was whispering,

Rowan smiled as he pointed at the sky,

"Let these stars tell my story. You said this light was the first in all of creation, and it is true, it is because inside me is the first fire born from the Nothingness. Its light was taken by Light,

but you see,"

He turned towards the Eye of Time and winked, "I still hold the power of Light inside me as well, so with the heat from the fire and its light, I could find their Memory and allow them to shine forth. Yet they are all still stars, and they need a container, a backdrop to hold their light, and Chaos became that container. I found the Memory of that as well because I am sure you are not surprised by this, I also hold the power of Reality within me. The Memory of that Time is known only to Primordials, but as you can tell, Time is mine as well."

"To any other person, this looks like an average sky, but to me and you, only the fruits of multiple Primordial can remember it. I alone remember it."