The Primordial Record

Chapter 1703: The Sound That End Realities

Rowan looked at the details of the bloodline and began to see a trace of its roots.

Your vein pumps liquid oblivion.

Before he began to delve into the depths of space and discover all of its levels, including Oblivion, as he discovered all the mysteries of becoming a complete Reality, this passage might have confused him, but he knew that no Reality could be completed without their Space Origin, and at the fourth layer of the void, their lies Oblivion.

Oblivion was a concept; even the Primordials could only control this force. Only entities such as Reality could contain Oblivion in their bodies.

Rowan had long realized that the way he manifested techniques and spells was not the same as most, and the fact that if he mastered Space Origin and had a space filled with Oblivion, it did not mean that another powerful immortal also mastered Space Origin; they would be able to do the same.

Such a great privilege was due to his status as a Reality, but this new bloodline sought to take this a step further. It would somehow give shape to Oblivion, making it his new blood.

Rowan was perceptive and quickly realized that this bloodline belonged to a living Reality.

If Primordials could gain bloodlines by fusing with the pillars of Reality, then it would seem that Reality could also gain bloodlines, but what did he fuse with to achieve such a boon?

Rowan itched to activate the Enochian Cradle, but he held back; there were still more symptoms that he needed to analyze.

Gate of the Thousand Eyes:

When wounded, your blood splits into writhing tendrils, each tipped with a pupil that stares into a different Reality… This is a road to the unknown and the desolate.

Rowan could recognize this power; was it not the same force that tried to take over his body? The memory of that octopus-like thing that entered his mind through his eyes and even found its way into the core of his consciousness was madness-fuel, but it was a terrible power that, if wielded correctly, could easily lead to the fall of an enemy.

He now understood that Enoch had not attacked him directly, and what had placed him past the edge of despair was the blood of this being, maybe not even more than a drop, left inside the Singularity.

“How many times have I been killed in the last few years. Death must be getting fed up with me.”

Rowan muttered, a bit in irritation, as he was shown his glaring weakness in the face of true power. Yet survival came with benefits, and this ability was now his own.

If he were attacked and wounded, his blood would become a gateway into the bodies and souls of his enemies. Still, this was the most basic way to utilize this ability, as Rowan could understand its endless utility.

Like Enoch, he could shed his blood all over existence, infecting everything and everyone. This was not a reckless conjecture but the truth because this was precisely what Enoch was doing.

Rowan removed his consciousness from considering these depressing thoughts as he focused on the following symptom.

Enoch’s Rot:

Your mere presence infects reality with the “Word of Enoch”—a crawling, linguistic cancer that rewrites physics into nightmare.

From the moment he acquired the words of Enoch, Rowan had always hated them. When he learned that this language was the original language of Reality, when Noctis had used it, he should have seen the connection between Enoch and Reality. However, he was still ignorant of too many things at that moment.

The wrongness he had detected in this language was not because Reality was dead; it extended deeper than that. Perhaps the reason this language became prevalent in Reality was due to her death in the first place. After all, rot came for dead things, and what better place to find roots than in a dead Reality?

Rowan grasped his head and moaned in pain. Of the many visions he had seen, there were countless connections and hints of a terrifying secret that was at the edge of his consciousness, but he could not understand them.

He instinctively detested this power, but Rowan knew that it should be the key to countless mysteries of the past; his Will of Truth was practically tearing its way out of his consciousness anytime his eyes glanced through Enoch’s Rot.

Rowan was beginning to understand why the Primordial Record called these symptoms, as he saw that the next ability had been warped by the Enochian Cradle.

His Dimensional Engine had become fused with his dimensional fabrics skills, and they were transformed by this power.

Dimension Engine:

The Flesh-That-Is-Not-Flesh- Your heart is a pulsing wound in causality, a machine made of screaming void.

That does not appear like something he wanted in his body, but he could see the use for it; he was a Reality after all, and he could use this ability better than any random immortal with a body or flesh or spirit.

Astrolabe of the Blind Watcher: Your vision is a thousand fractured dimensions at once, but none of them are real anymore—just echoes of what you’ve consumed.

Now, this was surprising. Astrolabe was slowly losing relevance to Rowan when he could casually cut through time and space with just a thought, but the new application of this power might turn out to be quite interesting, especially if he paired it with his crown.

There were still more fabric skills to explore, so Rowan placed his mind away from experimentation for the moment.

Knowledge Well (Drowned Oracle): Your thoughts are not your own. They are the last gasps of devoured realms, speaking through you in tongues that burn the air.

This was definitely a power he had to be wary of. Knowledge Well was deeply integrated into his consciousness; if he was not careful with it, then the chance that this new version might begin to change his thought processes was high.

“My thoughts would no longer be my own? This should be terrifying, but I have seen this trick before.”

Hollow Forge (The Maw That Crafts): Your hands unmake matter and weaponize the silence left behind. Every object you touch becomes a hollow relic, whispering lies of its own creation.

Rowan was already noticing a trend when it came to these dimensional fabrics skills; they had all been corrupted in a manner that would bring equal harm to him in proportion to how much of their power he was using. How could he trust his own creations when they would whisper lies to him?

Rowan sighed in disappointment. The Enochian Cradle had given him a great surprise, but it had also brought about painful debilitations alongside it.

However, Rowan thought that this must come about due to the origin of his dimensional fabrics skills being so weak that it could be easily warped by the power of Enoch.

It was easy to forget that Astrolabe, Hollow Forge, and Knowledge Well came from a Celestial Creator’s legacy, and could only grow this powerful because of Rowan’s bloodline; their roots were ultimately too weak, and this made it easy for the corruption of Enoch to transform them into tools of nightmare and not of blessings.

Rowan had been viewing the last page of the Primordial Record, and he believed that the legacy of the Enochian Cradle had ended, but he was wrong. The page of the Primordial Record flipped, and even though it should have been the last page, another new page appeared, and Rowan’s eyes shone with amazement.

The Word of Enoch (The Sound That Ends Realities)