The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1681

Chapter 1681: To Seek Your Name

Rowan watched this mage discover he was on the palm of his hand. He made this process faster by nudging Kacius’s mind in the right direction and temporarily boosting his perception.

Despite reducing himself to the third-dimensional level, Rowan’s strength and size were still impossibly immense, and although he would have loved for Kacius to discover the mysteries about where he was slowly, Rowan’s control over time was much diminished as a third-dimensional being.

On his palm were countless fragments of laws that were benign but which could affect Kacius Black over the long term. For instance, the time dilation being experienced by Kacius on his palm was a part of Rowan’s innate defensive forcefield.

Time did not act as it should on Rowan’s palm, and if he were receiving an attack, it would either slow down or stop, unless the attack carried both incredible powers and a higher control over the laws of creation.

Generally, even without defending himself, it would be hard for him to be hurt by Old Ones who could not penetrate past his most minor defenses.

It was these defenses that made Kacius experience a thousand years go by as he postrated on his palm instead of the fraction of a second that it truly was. This was still with Rowan suppressing his defenses to the minimum; otherwise, Kacius could have lived his entire life on his palm, and maybe in real time, only a few minutes had gone by.

Kacius may be like a supreme immortal in front of other mortals, even God Emperors who had reached the fourth-dimensional level would see Kacius as a supreme figure, but to Rowan, Kacius was a mortal, and to see him stumbling around, yet still filled with the excitement of discovery, was humbling.

He watched the mage discover his hand, and Rowan allowed the perception of Kacius to keep expanding far past the limits that any immortal should have so that he could see his eyes.

Rowan could see the myriad of emotions playing on the face of Kacius as realization turned to fear, horror, admiration, and then acceptance. He could have easily looked into the mind of Kacius and read his emotions and memories easily, as if he were reading a book, but Rowan let the mage keep his secret.

He brought Kacius here to remind him of what it meant to be small and mortal. Kacius might believe he was immortal, after all, the lifespan of a higher-dimensional immortal was measured in Major Eras, it was inevitable that one day it was going to end, but for Rowan, his lifespan could as well regard a Major Era like a single year, inside a library of endless years.

Seeing the mage was a shock to his system, and Rowan thanked the man by rebuilding his foundation, thereby giving him the chance to fight for the life that he craved in this glorious Era. He was about to return the mage to Reality when Kacius spoke,

“I do not know your name, or the reason you have taken me from the hands of death. I am a mage, and we worship nothing but the pursuit of knowledge. If you will tell me your name, I shall pursue the understanding of your light for the rest of my life.”

Rowan blinked, a bit amused. He had half expected the mage to tremble and beg, or find sneaky ways to discover the reason he was resurrected; however, Kacius did something different: he pledged himself to Rowan’s service, and he did it in a manner that was not overbearing or overly supplicating.

He had introduced himself as a mage, and he had promised that for the rest of his life, he would pursue the mysteries of Rowan. Where other mages pursue the mysteries behind life, time, fire, death… Kacius would pursue the mystery of Rowan.

Rowan had never been interested in the world knowing who he was. With all the Primordials knowing of his existence, there was no reason to hide who he was from Reality; it could even be advantageous in a certain light. Still, he had seen no reason for his story to be known or his name to be acknowledged.

He had been loved and worshipped by his children for many years, and for Rowan, that was more than enough; he did not think he deserved more than he had been given after all this time.

Rowan did not crave worship or attention, and it would be enough if, in the end, no one knew of his name. Rowan was willing to die alone, unwitnessed. However, looking into the eyes of Kacius, he knew that letting him go without a word would haunt the mind of this mage forever, and so Rowan spoke to him.

Spending a moment in contemplation, ten thousand years had gone by on his palm, and Kacius had been waiting, his feet on pins and needles. There was regret flowing in his veins because he believed that he had overstepped his boundaries.

If he were standing before a Primordial entity, what would the acknowledgement of a minor immortal like him mean to such a power? It would have been better if he had been quiet and waited for whatever judgment that was to come to him.

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