The Primordial Record

Chapter 1724: Follow Me, For I Have No Fear

Rowan did not know the plans of Primordial Soul, but did he really need to know them? What could she end up achieving if he claimed the entire field of play?

Rowan had not been entirely focused on Primordial Soul while inside this sea of emotions; he had been looking for ways to comprehend and resolve the madness that had been slowly transforming this space into a hostile realm.

He knew that the answers he needed were in those brief flashes of gold that all the pain was hiding. So, to get what he needed, Rowan centered his Will and drew upon the entire sea of emotions, pouring them into his soul without holding back.

If there was one thing he was able to do, it was carry the loads too heavy for others to bear. If he could not resolve the root of the problem, he would bear the symptoms until he was strong enough to cleanse the infection from its roots.

Rowan’s body froze in shock due to the enormous amount of emotions pouring into him; he barely had the time to acknowledge the name of the level of the soul, The Shadow Depths.

Pure suffering and the madness of countless beings entered his consciousness, and his sane mind could tackle it with the degree of coolheadedness that Rowan began to display.

Trillions of voices cried out,

“No one came to save us from the hands of evil.”

Rowan responded, “I will protect this realm and all realms.”

Trillions of worlds wept,

“We are weary… we need succor”

“I shall answer all your prayers.”

“We have been struck in fear all our lives.”

“Follow me, for I have no fear.”

Every word spoken by Rowan came with the weight of Supreme finality. The confidence born from slaying a Primordial gave Rowan an innate authority that transcended what any king, emperor, god, demon, or celestial could ever hope to attain.

Using his words alone, he quelled the emotions from an entire Reality that had been filled with nothing but madness, bringing silence to the sea.

Yet, this was not the solution to the problem, but it gave Rowan enough time to delve deeper, and that was what he did.

His senses swept through the Shadow Depths until he saw his destination, and his body cut through the sea until he was in front of them. It was a city, covered by thick rusty chains that seemed to have merged with the infrastructure of this city, like worms infesting a fruit.

Attached to these chains were pale, waterlogged bodies that screamed soundlessly into the ocean. Rowan could detect that they were the source of the malevolence after they had been deeply corrupted by the presence of the Primordial Soul.

As Rowan neared the city, trillions of glowing green eyes turned to him. These decaying bodies tried to pull themselves off the chain, but after being fused to it for countless years, they could not, and their soundless howl lengthened.

Rowan heard a distinct click as if a law had been changed, and suddenly the sounds that could not be heard blasted into his consciousness.

“Why fight the tide? Rest with us. We were never meant to be glorious.”

The words from all these mouths were no longer a statement; it was a law unto itself, but before Rowan, all of that power broke into pieces.

“You are all weary, and my presence here is an answer to your prayers. You have been lied to; your light was always meant to shine the brightest. Come with me; I shall show you the path to the future.”

The chained multitude roars, fighting against the call of Rowan’s voice,

“You lie…. You will forget…. You are unworthy.”

Rowan stretched his hand forward, and it grew so massive that it encircled the entire city,

“Let me show you the truth, and know no one is more worthy.”

Gripping the city, he pulled, and the chains began to snap, freeing billions who rushed to his helping hand and attempted to consume his flesh, but their teeth and fangs could as well be made from cotton.

Rowan did not brush them aside. He continued pulling on the city as he released a power of refinement in the center of his palm and began devouring it.

The entirety of the Shadow Depths shook due to his actions. Rowan could have slowly comprehended and refined this level of the soul, but after he perceived the fear of Primordial Soul, he began to quicken his actions.

There was no more time to be gentle and accept the mantle of the soul; he was taking it. As more of the chains snapped and the city began to rise, those who had not been freed continued to cry out,

“To struggle is agony. To surrender is Oblivion. Take this gift we give you and know it is mercy!”

Rowan responded by squeezing his hand tighter and fully pulling the entire city from the ground, accompanied by a loud shriek that caused the entire ocean of memories to vibrate into vapor. The voice from the chain became drawn out as if they were falling into an abyss, and their voices were fading into nothing.

“No…. Stop fighting us. Stay, we’ll forget together.”

Rowan growled, “I do not want to forget,” and he closed his grip, crushing and devouring the last of the city.

The last cry had dispersed all the ocean of memories into vapor, and Rowan opened his mouth and began to inhale. The fog of memories and emotions poured into his mouth, carrying the fading cries of Primordial Soul.

Countless transformations were ongoing inside his soul as he broke down all of the negative emotions and used them as fuel for growth, leaving behind the purest essence of emotions that had no attributes. This would become the core of his soul, as Rowsn intended to use it to build his soul’s skeleton.

It took months before he could completely consume the fog of emotions. At this time, his soul had evolved six times, and he could hardly begin to recognize its present strength, but to Rowan, this was just the beginning.

With no more emotions present at this level, Rowan looked down to find a deep scar filled with toxic sludge, the passage to the third level.

It would seem that as he was descending deeper, the corruption from Primordial Soul was growing. It was as if he was no longer descending into the origin of the soul, but into a rotten, open wound.

Above him, Rowan heard a loud crack, and his gaze looked upwards to find that the first level of the soul origin had collapsed, and the destruction was beginning to slowly spread into the second level.

Unlike when he had attained space origin and had taken only a small part of the essence of each level, Rowan was completely devouring everything inside the soul origin because he was not afraid of being discovered by the other Primordials.

Doing this would ensure he would quickly complete his soul origin, but it would lead to the collapse of the previous soul origin.

Stepping into the pulsing wound in the ground, Rowan forced his way into the third layer of the soul, knowing he would have to be quick to disrupt any plans of Primordial Soul.