The Primordial Record-Chapter 1181: Light and Darkness

For most mortals living inside this realm, they would hardly come into contact with powers that could shake continents, talkless ones that could end the realm, which Shisu with enough time and no resistance from others could technically wipe out all life from the realm.

Coming into close contact with such a being and with powers like their Primogenitor opened their eyes to the possibility of greatness beyond their wildest imagination.

The understanding of the depths of power within their bloodline and the knowledge that their Primogenitor, the first of their race, could easily dispatch an Ascendant who was so powerful that they could wipe out all existence in the realm in an instant created a sort of mania within them that was almost impossible to describe.

"Cultivate.... Cultivate.... Cultivate.... Every one of us, with the power to crush a realm. Potential unmatched inside our blood."

They were just beginning to settle back into their day-to-day life, only now there was a new focus on unearthing the power of the golden flames in their blood when the entire city rumbled as if an earthquake was ongoing.

A bright golden light appeared over it that resembled a palm. It covered the entire city and it reached down to pick it up, it shone brightly before it vanished, taking the city alongside it, leaving a void that was soon filled with the water from the endless ocean.

It was not long after that the space over the vanished city shook once more and the Chaos Door emerged. His eyes tightened as he scanned through the area noticing that the presence of Rowan had been sensing had vanished, and now it was somewhere else

Labaletai cursed aloud. With the unique nature of Doom Star, far-distance teleportation was nearly impossible unless there was already preparation in place.

With the distance that now separated him and Rowan, this would mean nearly three weeks of intense space crawl that was tiring to this avatar of his, he was not too concerned with the avatar, it was dispensable, but he hated this realm with all his heart, there was something incredibly wrong with it that he could not bring his fingers on.

He just wanted to be done with this job, collect his due, and leave, everything surrounding Rowan was filled with mysteries and danger, and he did not come this far from poking his nose in affairs such as these.

"Well, the job not gonna end if I stand here fingering my ass." the Chaos Door cursed and turned towards the new position he was sensing Rowan.

Labaletai pierced through space and as he traveled his mind began to wander, and it felt that it was moments like these that made him wonder why he did this work. Did he not have enough riches to settle into a life of depravity for countless Minor Eras? Why was he sticking his head into places clearly forbidden?

The eyes he saw that fateful day in that dead universe jolted his consciousness. 'Rowan' he wondered, 'What sort of a monster are you? How can a being like you be unknown for so long? Why is it that every time I stand beside you, it feels like a dream? Why the fuck am I here working for a monster?!'

He snorted. "Did I have a choice, do any of us? If it is not Chaos, it would be his Firstborns, if it is not them it would be Rowan, if it is not Rowan, it is whatever fuckedup power roaming around in reality. What choice do we have but to become their slaves for all eternity? Wealth? Bahh... all easily taken from me if they wanted to, like trying to hold the wind... I am tired. We are born, we live... we die... slaves."

The Chaos Door was not aware of the tiny blue snake resting on his frame and looking at him with a puzzled eye.

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When his golden city arrived, Rowan paused time, and except for the Shiik that he exempted, everything was still on the Continent of Trion.

"Come with me, my Queen of Calamities, I have need of your flames."

The Shiik followed Rowan into the air and when she saw the massive city, she could not help but gasp,

"I have always hated the light, but my Creator, you have weaved light into a city of wonders. I believe I could live here with no complications... I never knew the light could be so beautiful, I fear that my flames shall taint such beauty."

Rowan chuckled at her words and replied, "You of all people should understand that nothing singular can ever be perfect. Where you see the light, I see all the contrasts in between that make the light shine. What is light without darkness? They work hand in hand to enhance their innate qualities. The beauty of this city can never truly shine without your darkness, and I shall show you how."

Although Rowan spoke almost dismissively, the Shiik understood that what she was hearing was incredibly profound, and like a little chick, she nodded.

They arrived over the city, and the Shiik seeing the massive frozen body of Rowan in the shape of a golden spear was not surprised, for her the Creator was a being that had transcended the

concept of shapes, and he could take the form of anything.

Rowan pointed to his Ascendant body with glowing fingers,

"When I enter into that frame, I will be summoning a Tribulation to cross the false immortal level to become a true immortal, unbounded by Time. In any other place I will welcome a Tribulation, but not now, my Ascendant body must be kept secret, and for this matter, you shall become my Tribulation."

The Shiik shook her head, "Creator, I am not worthy."

"I choose you Child, and I named you a Queen, all Calamities and Tribulation are under your domain, and if I say you are worthy, no one in creation would challenge me for it. If they step forth, then I shall cut them down."

The eyes of the Shiik brightened, and her body which seemed to be carved out of ebony transformed into a flame that was blacker than night,

"If this is your Will Creator, I shall be your Calamity."