The Primordial Record -
Chapter 1915: The Primordial of Endless Kindling
EOSAH’S REALITY.
Rowan had expected that the war between the Primordials and Death would take a long time, but he could never be sure the tools available to powers of this level, and he would not be shocked if an unknown weapon or power would surface which could end the war in an instanr, and so he could not place all his cards on the chance that the war would take a long time.
A decade was expected, perhaps even a century; most of Rowan’s battles, when calculated with the universal flow of time of Limbo, have been short, mostly because Rowan always tried to fight his battles when he had the greatest amount of advantage, so he could completely eliminate the risk of battle.
What he had not expected was for the war to take a thousand years, and only now was it getting heated. However, this was all great news for him due to the fact that Rowan and his main body Eos had sliced off a unique space around them where the flow of time was accelerated, yet remained incredibly stable.
Inside Eosah’s Reality, a decade on the outside equaled a million years inside, and then, inside his Origin Land, that time stretched to ten million years.
With a thousand years passing by, ten million years had gone by inside Eosah’s Reality, while inside the Origin Land, a hundred million years had passed.
This was a long time for anyone, especially for Rowan and Eos, whose plans to change Reality came with a lot of challenges, and they required every bit of time he could scrape out. If it was possible for him to stretch time further without hampering the development of those within it, Eos would have done so, but as it was, he was already bearing so much backlash from bending time on such a large scale for lower dimensional beings.
Manipulating time around himself was his Incarnation was easy; they were higher dimensional entities, and they had transcended the dimension of time in some form, but lower dimensional beings were directly linked to the streams of time that governed the entirety of Limbo, and carrying all of them out of this river was strenuous enough as he bore the weight of this decision.
Yet, Eos did not regret his decisions, even if his sacrifice did not eventually lead to any meaningful outcomes and the Primordials or any of his enemies won in the end… he knew in the end that it was the journey that mattered for him more than the destination.
The time he had given to these people, they were precious, and even if the time they had to enjoy true freedom was a few million years, it was more than enough. So, even if they did not achieve much, he was okay with it, but as it turned out, they exceeded his expectations, causing Rowan and Eos to wonder if the actions of the Primordials and the overall state of Limbo had caused the potential of everyone in Reality to fall.
In ten million years, there were nine new Primordials, making the number of Primordials under his care to balloon to ten, and if the trend of things continued in this manner, then it would not be impossible for more Primordials to be born, however, what was most fascinating was that half of these new Primordials did not emerge from Eosah’s Reality, but were his children, the Elythrii.
Granted, the time flow inside his Origin Land was ten times greater than what was available outside of it, but that was meaningless in the grand scheme of things. If an individual did not have the potential to become a Primordial, then it would not matter how many years they were given; they would never be able to cross this step.
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Circe Boreas, Daughter of the Storm, did not know she would become a Primordial in less than four hundred thousand years, making her the third Primordial to be born in this new reality, after Eva, who became the Primordial of Transformation, and Telmus, the Primordial of Defiant Ascension.
Eva’s ascension to the level of Primordial happened very quickly, in less than fifty thousand years. She had poured out every karma associated with Primordial Light into his living corpse that Rowan had chained in the foundation of this new Reality, and free of the burdens of her past, her incredible talents took over.
It was on that day that everything changed. The presence of Telmus was a great boost to the confidence of all life that the road to the level of Primordial was possible, but his ascension had been a relatively quiet affair, hidden from the eyes of all except Rowan. With the ascension of Eva, the Primordial of Revelation, it was different; everyone had seen it, from the unborn babe in the womb to the dead inside the grave.
She had ascended inside the Origin Land, but the light of her ascension had exploded all throughout the Road of Eternity, painting the entire road in a hue of gold and fire, and granting countless benefits to those who stood on the bridge that day, directly causing a lot of lifeform all over Reality to worship her as their chosen Primordial and pray that she granted them the bloodline of Revelations.
Inside Eosah’s Reality, Eva the Primordial of Revelations had the greatest number of worshippers, not that she cared about that.
Circe was sitting before a large mirror, looking at her perfect reflection, and tucked one of her errant blue curls behind her ears, and her eyes looked outside the large ornate window of the living castle to look upon the Road of Eternity.
This road that cut across all of Reality and then plunged into the Origin Land of Eos. Everyone inside Reality who wanted to embark on the path of cultivation would connect their soul, spirit, and body to this road, and anytime they wanted to ascend to a new level, their soul would be drawn to this road, and they would walk along this road until they reached their limit.
If they were able to cross a certain threshold, then their power base would increase and they would reach the next level. It was a simple and effective method that Rowan had created for the advancement of power, but as always, the complexity behind this process was hidden underneath the surface, and only those who were wise enough could slowly decipher this process.
So, on this road were the souls of everyone who wishes to become more than they were at their birth.
Since that time, the light on the Road of Eternity had shone eight more times for the birth of each new Primordial, and Circe was among their earliest number. She did not need to close her eyes to feel the hundreds of billions of worshippers she had across Reality chanting her name and calling on her grace and wisdom… sometimes, it was all she could hear.
Circe could, of course, block it out entirely and easily assign the sounds of all those who worshipped her to a subordinate, and this was the wisest course of action, but she would not flee from her responsibility. It was distracting, but she listened to every prayer from the billions who had taken up her bloodline, and every day the Primordial of Endless kindling took up her position with all the gravitas that it was required of her.
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