The Primordial Record

Chapter 1247: Passion Of The Craft (final)



Rowan could not hold Oblivion in his heart and even now it was hard for him to recognize it, but he had learned to detect its traces after all these years.

Oblivion was a sneaky force, its very nature making it impossible for anyone to truly grasp and if Rowan was struggling, then it meant the average immortal had no hope of understanding this particular force and detecting its presence in their lives, and it had taken Rowan a long time to find the method to detect its traces including taking great extremely great risks in finding the Oblivion Gates and going as close as he could to it in order to learn more about its traits.

The Primordial Chaos was bound beside the Oblivion Gates, and Rowan could hear the clanking of the chains used in bounding Chaos, and even from an incredible distance, he still felt fear.

Of course, Rowan had not been foolish enough to enter the darkness where Chaos was bound, he had simply created a gate to that place, and then he created a series of gates that connected to that gate, shielding himself behind a thousand layers of varied gates whose location was scattered throughout time before he peered into that darkness for a single moment.

Even with all the safeguards in place, Rowan had still used a dummy body as his scapegoat, not possessing the individual, just subtly guiding his actions to open the gate, and after he viewed that place for a moment he left.

The individual he used to peer into the space where Chaos was bound was a powerful Magus that was a famous Tower Master whose entire pursuit was to learn the secret of the Great Darkness, and his pursuit had unknowingly brought him closer to Primordial forces than he had known, but without the guidance of Rowan subtly nudging him in the right direction, this Magus would have never found this space.

Spending only a moment to gather the detail he needed, which was a fraction of a second, Rowan left the magus to his own devices. Although the Magus might never know, they had just carried out an exchange, Rowan had shown him a place that he might have never found for the rest of eternity and his senses had been borrowed for a moment. It was a fair exchange, and now it was up to the Magus to do with the knowledge that he would find in that place.

Rowan was indeed scared of glancing at a Primordial because he knew that as their entire nature was unknown to him, so also was his nature unknown to them, and if he had learned anything about Primordials from journeying through time, it was their sheer ruthlessness in dealing with any signs of threat to their design.

In the reality that was created by the Primordials, nothing of Rowan's ability should be possible, but with not just one, but two Singularities in his possession, Rowan was far different than what a normal immortal should have been, and so he had only one chance to succeed in whatever he wanted to do because the Primordial Record could no longer shied him from the gaze of higher dimensional entities once he made a mistake.

If he wanted to succeed in his effort to battle the Primordial Keepers, he needed the power of Oblivion, and there was no better place to learn than the Oblivion gates themselves, even though he was in the prison of Chaos for only a moment, it was enough for him to learn how to search for those traces.

With these traces, Rowan was able to track hundreds of locations through a time where the forces of Oblivion could be found, and with careful encouragement using his Tree of Desire bloodline after he had stacked many years of wishes, he bent luck and probability to his will and found this dimension, and he began forging the treasure to not only trap the Keepers but to hide his presence as well.

Unlike many other things he had been doing all these while, killing the Primordial Keepers would come with drastic consequences that would surely be so severe that with his present power levels, it was quite impossible that he would survive the fallout.

The Primordial Keepers had made lots of enemies during their time, and now and then, some particularly bloodthirsty individuals would throw caution to the wind and kill one or multiple Primordial Keepers. Such a thing had happened before and although such an act came with drastic consequences, it was most likely that in the future it would happen again.

However, Rowan was not planning to kill one or a bunch of Keepers, he wanted to kill all of them.

To consider such a thing was madness because of so many factors, the most important of them being that as servants of Nemesis, killing Primordial Keepers was useless because it could always resurrect their Memories, and all Primordial Keepers killed in the past had already been resurrected, making killing them an exercise in futility, but Rowan knew that he could kill them, he just needed the right tools.

Anchoring his Tower of Greed to Ganem Prime, Rowan made the important decision not to leave this place until he forged a source-level treasure using the traces of Oblivion here as its foundations, but crafting a Source-level treasure was an incredibly difficult feat.

He had succeeded once with the Tower of Greed, and the reason he could do that was because of his unique situation as a dimension, and its nature with time.

The soul flame stopped itself from plunging deep into the reason Rowan had become seemingly untethered from time itself and was able to travel through it with an ease that was clearly unnatural, it knew that this was a path it knew it could never see the end of.

Using this realm as the bone, his dimension as the flesh, and the flesh and blood of extra- dimensional creatures as the thread to bind it all together, Rowan began to weave a Source Treasure that by right only seventh-dimensional immortals should have the chance of acquiring.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

During his travels, Rowan had killed countless extra-dimensional creatures, and one of the greatest uses of his angels as he traveled was hunting down these creatures.

At first, Rowan had ignored these strange and exotic extra-dimensional beings because he felt a sort of kinship with them, noticing that many of them were born outside the control of most of the major powers in reality and their history went deep into the past, some of them having lived from the Primordial Era, but even if he wished to leave them alone, the same could be said of some of these creatures.

Their nature was incredibly bloodthirsty and cruel. Outwardly Rowan's form was not made to be very massive, and to these creatures that respected the concept of size the most, he was a tempting snack that they could toy with. It did not take long before word of the terrorizing presence that now roamed through the cracks in between reality began to spread through the ranks and file.

By the time he reached Ganem, Rowan had eliminated nearly one percent of the entire population of extra-dimensional creatures in the cracks in between reality.

Rowan suddenly froze and his massive body shivered, the treasure had been completed. He still had materials for three more tries and he was getting worried that he might have to leave

this place and look for more, but his worries were unfounded.

Now, it was time for Tribulation, and he wondered what would be coming.