The Primordial Record -
Chapter 1826: Welcome To My Home
Chapter 1826: Welcome To My Home
The transition from the living castle of Algorth to another place should be jarring to Telmus, a nascent Primordial; his senses could practically touch all the edges of Reality, and if he wanted, he could reach anywhere almost instantaneously.
However, this place he was heading to was not anywhere inside Reality, and when the tear in space appeared before him that shimmered like liquid time, Telmus did not hesitate before he stepped through.
He thought that this portal looked like an eye. This was the last thought in his mind before a wave of unrelenting power washed over him, and for a moment, he was blind as his senses were overloaded.
It hurt, as if his raw nerves had but the pain was nothing when he could feel his body adapting under this baptism of fire.
Telmus barely felt a ripple behind him under the unrelenting tides of power that threatened to burn out his soul, but he could instinctively feel the pulse of his daughter’s heart. That naughty girl had followed him.
It took a while before his senses could come back online. Like staring directly into the sun, he could have shut his eyes and slowly adapted to the brightness, but where was the fun in that?
A while later, he could feel the warmth of his daughter’s hand in his own. She was squeezing tight, and he could feel the blood and Will flowing through her veins from the tightness of her grip… and Telmus could tell that she was scared and in shock.
His senses that had been previously overwhelmed by the strangeness of this new place, but when he felt his daughter’s fear through his palm, everything was driven away by sheer focus, and a billion sensations became one… sight.
He saw only her glowing skin and flowing white hair that blew across her face, carried by a breeze he could not feel. Her face, which resembled his own and that of his wife, was focused in the sky, with eyes wide like a deer held in place by the gaze of a dragon.
Telmus’s mind was brought back to the moment when she was eight and he had brought her out hunting, armed with only a staff to face a foe a hundred times stronger than she was… She had the same expression on her face as she had now, and Telmus knew what he needed to do.
Bringing up his left hand, he gently flicked her on the nose, breaking her out of the spell that held her in place. She shook and her eyes filled with fear and astonishment, turned to him, and he could see recognition slowly coming into her eyes, promptly followed by a growing wave of irritation, and Telmus, being who he was, decided to push her buttons further,
“Shake out of it, why are you scared, there should be nothing…. What the hell is this place?!”
Telmus, who had been intending to tease his daughter, glanced ahead, and he was nearly driven speechless.
His senses that had been focused on his daughter alone exploded in scope as he drank in the sight of a new Reality.
He drew in a breath, and what flowed into his lungs was life… so profound and lush that he was nearly struck dumb.
Telmus saw that they stood at the edge of a forest where the trees were not merely tall; they were aspirations.
Their trunks, wider than continents, were woven from silver-bark and jade-leaf, rising in perfect, harmonious spirals until their canopies created a second, shifting sky of emerald and gold.
The air itself was a living, breathing entity, Ether. This knowledge slammed into his consciousness like a brick.
A shimmering substance that was the raw stuff of possibility. With every breath, Telmus didn’t draw in air, but inhaled concepts: the sweet taste of unconditional peace, the thrilling potential of a yet-unwritten saga, the dizzying sensation of a dimension with seven spatial axes.
Ether brushed against his consciousness, tasting his essence of Defiant Ascension and reflecting it back in pulses of vibrant, approving light.
His gaze, drawn upward, beheld a heaven that defied all logic. There was no single sun. Instead, six immense, parallel lines of pure radiance flowed in a slow, eternal circuit across the velvet-black expanse.
His new omniscience as a Nascent Primordial was working at a feverish state to decipher everything he was witnessing. These lines… they were the Origin Ouroboros.
These creatures could be seen as the fundamental forces of creation and destruction.
But their light was not the only source. Brilliant stars that shone with a profound, healing light, in countless numbers, poured their light across this Reality, and Telmus knew there could never be sickness or true death in this place.
These stars crafted by Prime from the chaotic “eyes” of the conflict burned with annihilating power at their core, yet shed a gentle, healing light.
The world beneath the stars seemed to sing, the very leaves on the impossible trees glowing with intensified life, the breath of Ether thickening with raw, creative power.
Telmus looked at the ground and found soil richer than any dream. Vines that glowed with their own inner light. Waterfalls of liquid light and cohesive mist cascading down glorious spires, feeding rivers that sang as they flowed.
And then he saw him, and he knew why his daughter had been enraptured.
In the distance, seated in the center of a vast, mirror-calm sea of obsidian that reflected the radiant heavens, was Rowan.
The Apex Omniversal Titan was so immense that the sea, the Wound Sea, reached only to his waist. But it was not his size that stole the breath from Telmus’s lungs. It was the life that teemed upon him.
Rowan’s hair, a vast, tangled wilderness of time and power, had become a nesting ground for birds the size of mountains.
Not dozens, not thousands, but billions. Their feathers were made of solidified music, and their synchronized movements created a soft, harmonic thunder that was the baseline of this world’s symphony.
As Telmus watched, a flock of these colossal beings took flight from Rowan’s head, their destination a pair of magnificent, intertwined trees that grew directly behind him—one of burnished gold, the other of deep obsidian, a monument known as the World-Sigh.
Below the water’s surface, Telmus’s enhanced perception could sense it: countless other lives that made the deep their home.
Across the land were similar creatures, crystalline stags that moved with the silent grace of Death itself, motelike spirits, and creatures of gentle light that had made Rowan’s submerged form their home, their homes thriving in the immense, peaceful energy of his presence.
There were also things that Telmus could barely see. A crown floating over Rowan’s head that was almost impossible to describe and wings that hovered behind him… so massive they did not seem real.
A profound humility, mixed with a terrifying, exhilarating awe, washed over him. Then he saw the Archai who stood before Rowan, and he felt what he believed to be fear for the first time in his life.
He took a hesitant step forward, the living Ether parting before him like cool silk.
“Welcome to my home, Telmus and Staff,” the voice of Rowan rumbled.
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