The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 241 A Strand of Hair Holds A Thousand Universe

Eva's words carried a note of narration, and her soft voice carried a sense of mystery that enthralled him and drew his mind to a distant time, "The Primordial Universe was young and vibrant, and to gain great powers was relatively easier at that period. The conflicts happened on a scale of untold billions of years, and the first powers gathered much of those opportunities in the Primordial Universe for themselves and became truly Immortal Figures possessing both Omnipotence and Omniscience."

"Chaos was one of those powers, and it was said his control over reality was so total that entire universes were just his dreams, and the moment he awakened would lead to the end of multiple realities, as he forges new universes in his image. It was said a single strand of his hair held a thousand universes."

Eva went quiet, and looked at Rowan, whose head was bent in deep contemplation.

That was a terrifying thought, that all of existence was a dream. It was one of those knowledge that it seems it was better not to have known them, else such knowledge only brings nightmares. Because it would lead one to wonder if the universe they currently occupy was one of Chaos dreams. Rowan selfishly thought that such powers should remain in his hands if they were to ever exist, but the problem as always was that he was hardly the only one with such thoughts.

Rowan shuddered, he thought returned to the moment he acquired the title of Chaos Blood, it was when he was evolving to the Legendary State, he was at the brink of true death and unlike the rest of his evolutions from then on, he had always been fully aware of what happened, except for that single moment.

His Ouroboros Serpents appeared the same after that evolution, but he knew they changed fundamentally, he appeared as if he always underestimated himself, but the truth was that he tried to overestimate his capabilities every time, yet he still fell short. He was far powerful than any Empyrean was ever supposed to be, and the root began after that evolution. Did he gain attention from Chaos himself? Was he the one who gave him his bloodline abilities?

Furthermore, the bloodline skills he acquired were truly overpowered, was he supposed to be able to do what he was doing now? Rowan senses swept through the fading Sigils on the Primordial Record, were there other far more powerful and invisible chains binding him?

He was not a passive mutt that would follow the plans of others, he had his own agendas, and any who used him as a sort of agency would have to fight a bloody fight for every inch of his spirit, and even if he lost, he would leave his mark.

He would go into the dark screaming and fighting : I was here universe. Rowan fucking Kuranes, and before all Creation, my name shall exist until the end of the universe.

His other bloodline gave him capabilities to stand up to his Primogenitor, the so-called first Empyrean and gave him the capability to one day challenge him for the right to control reality!

Aware he was about to dabble in powers far beyond his understanding in the future, his excitement was not diminished, instead it increased. When his present enemies would be playing chess expecting similar responses from him, he would be playing checkers.

Everything was connected, and the higher he grew, the more of it he would be able to see. More than ever, he wanted to live, he wanted to win, and he wanted to see the full picture that was hidden behind the mist of time and space. He truly wanted to understand all the secrets there was to know and discover in the universe.

His attention turned to Eva beside him, in his quest to pursue power, it would be unwise to not truly understand who stood beside him, there was a link in everything, after all, that voice he heard when upgrading his bloodline seemed to be addressed to him personally.

Rowan gestured her to come to him, and then he held her hands, it was solid, yet felt fragile under his touch. Everything felt fragile to him, "Tell me all you know about yourself, Eva. I have a vague idea of who you are, but nothing substantial." Rowan looked her in the eyes, "I want to know about you."

"Creator there is not much to tell, only spaces filled with endless darkness and cold, until your light, I was less than nothingness."

"See…" Rowan stroked his chin, "I don't believe you that much. I know you are hiding something from me, and no matter how irrelevant you think it is, I want to know, and if I can hear the information without dying, I would still like to know it."

She looked away from his inquisitive gaze," you drive a hard bargain, Creator."

"It's the only kind I know. Tell me Eva, I will listen to your words, and keep them in my confidence." He held her chin, and a shudder went through her body. Was he scaring her?

"Are you afraid, Eva?"

She nodded her assent. Her gaze was downcast and the smoke pouring from her hair increased in volume as if to hide her presence from his gaze. Rowan did not know why that gesture made him feel a sense of pain.

"Is it me? Am I the one you're afraid of?"

Her eyes went wide in surprise and a sudden sense of deep sorrow, "never, Creator. I will never fear you or deny you of my service, even if you wish to sacrifice me someday. I don't know the thing I fear. It is ephemeral, like a shadow at the edge of my vision, and no matter how hard I search for it, I cannot see it, but I know it's there. As you get more powerful Creator, that shadow draws closer to me, and now it's so close to me, I can hear it breathe, only your light, I fear, keeps it at bay. I can never fear you, Creator, for it is your light that guides my Spirit. Without you, I would be lost."

Rowan whispered, "Do not fear for anything Eva, for I'm here with you, and I shall protect you. Tell me your story."