The Primordial Record-Chapter 1628: Inheritance Of Reality

The weight of a name can be endless, and Rowan was beginning to understand the profound depths in these words as he opened himself up to understand the meaning behind the word... Eosah.

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In the beginning, there was nothing.

There was simply an endless, silent expanse of unrealized potential, and from the depths of nothingness, a spark of Will emerged, Eosah. The first consciousness to exist inside nothing, and she slept in nothing for such a long period that the concept of that period she slept was so massive that no immortal mind could fathom it, because it made infinity appear like a single second.

This consciousness was driven by an innate desire to be whispered the first word of her name, a cosmic command with power beyond all reason that shattered the stillness.

Eosah — the Mother of Infinity.

From the utterance of her name emerged the most primordial essence and elements: the chaotic swirling forces of fire, water, earth, air, and arcane Ether.

These essences and elements clashed and merged, forming the Primordial Storm—a tempest of creation in which matter and magic were indistinguishable, and the power of this storm was endless.

As the storm raged, the Will of Eosah imposed Order, and from this Order, she began to weave the Nascent Laws of Reality, realizing herself from the storm of her creation.

These laws were vast, profound, greater than anything Rowan could ever imagine....

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Rowan’s consciousness, which had been split into a trillion pieces, paused his comprehension of the name of Eosah. This should have been impossible; one simply could not hold back so much information at will. Rowan knew this but did not care; the time when such limitations meant anything to him had passed.

He was seeing the origin of Reality, and although it was extremely grand, Rowan still felt a bit... let down.

It was because he knew the information he was looking at, although profound... was incomplete.

Take, for instance, the birth of Eosah. When she mentioned her name, primordial elements and essence were born: fire, water, earth, air, and arcane Ether. All of this might overwhelm an average mind, but it was nothing to Rowan, who could birth the same essence he wanted.

What he was witnessing here was the barest fraction of what had erupted from that powerful utterance, and Noctis, the immortal who gave him the word of Eosah, well, this was the most that his mind could comprehend of that name, and hence it was all that Rowan could see.

How could he be satisfied with just this?

From what he knew about the Enochian language, the first impactation of knowledge laid the foundation of everything that was built upon that said knowledge, meaning if he completely absorbed the meaning of Eosah from Noctis, the breadth of his expertise on Reality would be fixed on only what Noctis could grasp.

A practical example would be Rowan’s True Name. Trrshikrhl Velhyez Ywnmryr Eulxhu Thyak Xlubrrhhl Vroumor Rehhirk Wvryyrl Eerkhar.

It was quite a mouthful, but anyone who knew his name in its entirety would understand everything about his nature. After all, the meaning of his name told all of Rowan’s story.

Trrshikrhl Velhyez Ywnmryr...

Desolator of Universes...

Eulxhu Thyak...

The Silent Epoch...

Xlubrrhhl Vroumor Rehhirk...

The Infinite Soul

Wvryyrl Eerkhar

Maker of Truth

With the assistance of the Primordial Record, Rowan had been able to hide the full measure of his name, and even the Primordials referred to him as Eulxhu Thyak, the Silent Epoch, because that was the only part of his name that he allowed to be revealed.

Eosah, although this name appeared simple, Rowan knew it must be much more complex, maybe exceeding his own.

Looking back on the many times he could have used the words of Enoch in his Primordial Record, and he was wary of it, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

If he had used those words, his understanding of them would be forever fixed at the level of the entity who impacted them on him.

Rowan would not care much for random words and would not have seen it as too much of a loss, but for Eosah, Reality herself, he would not be foolish to use Noctis as a basis for his understanding.

He knew that when Noctis spoke the name of Eosah using the original language of Reality, it had been to test his competency, but he would have never known its importance to Rowan went beyond anything up to this point.

This name, which was forgotten by most in Reality, could be considered Reality’s inheritance, and Rowan was fit to claim it.

It was an inheritance that he needed if he was to rise above the omniscience of the Primordials.

"So, I have to go deeper. I have to break myself down to the foundations for me to find her."

And that was what Rowan had been doing for the last eighty years in Real Time and fifty-three billion years in the alternate space he created.

"Break my essence. Break my soul. Break my spirit."

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On an abandoned eighth-dimensional realm that had shrunk until it was the size of a dwarf giant, a small hut made from wood and clay could be found on its surface.

Inside this hut, three individuals were sitting around a table, and a beautiful woman with blue hair was going around the table and serving them.

Carrying a plate filled with small cubes that appeared to be made from darkness, she presented it to one of the individuals, a naked man with his body covered in living tattoos. Noctis.

With a sigh, Noctis reached for the plate with his hand, but his hand was slapped away by the blue-haired woman, who gave him a wooden spoon. Noctis frowned, black lightning pooling in his eye, but the woman sniffed in disdain, muttering about bad habits as she walked away, most likely to bring up another plate for Noctis to consume.

The anger vanished from Noctis’s face, replaced by helplessness. He could not have imagined that he would be in this situation one day.

Beside him was a woman with hair made from light and fire. Her eyes were closed, and she was taking in long, deep breaths unceasingly. Noctis could barely glimpse echoes of countless lives and dimensions pouring into her body through her nose, and this scene never failed to shake his consciousness.

The last person sitting here appeared ordinary, except for the tiny three-inch figures roaming across his body, which resembled eight children. Six were made from gold, one from green jade, and the last from celestial purple.

His eyes were closed, and he was slowly chewing on a reed, his legs carelessly placed on the table. Noctis thought it was unfair that he was being punished for any minor etiquette behavior he failed, but this man was being let off Scott free by the blue-haired demon who called herself Circe.

Yet he could not deny that if there was anyone who would ever demand an exception from the rule, it was this man sitting here beside him.

One of the biggest mysteries about this man was how he had been able to stay under the radar for so long, but how many events that shaped the Reality of today were directly or indirectly orchestrated or related to him.

One of the first things that Noctis did upon returning to Reality and taking over Prism was to gather the details of every promising individual in Reality and those with potential. He had not seen Rowan’s name or expected anyone like him to exist in this Era.

This Era was extremely young, and Noctis knew fully well that the real monsters would only begin to emerge towards the end of the Era, where the accumulation and understanding of knowledge and power had reached its peak.

Only then could individuals with potential equal to his be produced, but Rowan had destroyed everything he knew about potential.

Eighty years ago, Noctis had brought Rowan and the New Light into his castle. He knew that he was bringing powerful and unprecedented figures into his camp and that their presence would forever change the direction of the endless war, but he had underestimated them.

Hindsight was twenty-twenty. How could he not have realized that a figure who was capable enough to snatch the dominion of a Primordial under their noses could be ordinary?

Noctis had been in the void when Rowan began the ritual to create a New Light, and the direction of his actions was extremely groundbreaking, revealing an unprecedented path to him.

He had been aware that a Primordial-level battle was happening, and Noctis had rejoiced, hoping that their infighting would weaken them and leave a road for him to exploit. Contented to lie his head down until everything blew over, what drew him out of his castle was the stupendous energy of death that he was sensing in the vicinity of the battle.

He believed such vast powers of death could no longer be found inside Reality, and he had come for this, yet what he met was something more.

Noctis could still remember his first interaction with these people here with him, and it was something he would never forget.

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