The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1565

At first, Andar believed that what he had just witnessed was the last succor of a dying mind hoping for salvation; he had every reason to assume that this should be the case because this was a Primordial Beast, a ninth-dimensional entity, and his father had just torn him into two!

When he had shattered his soul and burned all his potential, he had been able to glimpse a fragment of this being true nature. This was why he knew that what they were up against was a Primordial Beast, and he saw that nothing in existence could stop him. It almost seemed foolish to consider fighting.

But then Rowan's warm hands touched his shoulders and the chill of this place that had unknowingly slipped into every cell in his body dispersed. Andar felt like a man who had gone without rest for too long, finally falling into a comfortable bed with all the aches and pains slowly vanishing from his body.

Rowan's voice was like a balm to his broken soul as he spoke softly,

"It is okay, my child. You can let go now. Your Origin is safe with me, and when you wake up, it will be in a field of gold, surrounded by the laughter of the people who cherish you."

Andar shivered, tears almost falling from

His eyes, and he whispered, "This—this is real?"

Rowan smiled sadly, "I am here with you. You can feel my heartbeat."

Despite being on the verge of death with most of his soul dispersed, Andar's intellect was still formidable enough to discern the presence of his father. Then, groaning in exasperation as he realized that everything was real, Andar muttered,

"Now, this is stupid. The entire purpose of all of this was to keep you safe from that beast, and you came for me instead."

Rowan's eyes widened, and he smiled. This was the first time that Andar had subtly insulted him. He flicked Andar on the forehead, "And you think dying here in the hands of a beast is less stupid? I can see that you have touched on the knowledge of the ninth dimension, and its shadow is heavy on your soul, but that does not mean you should not trust my decision."

Andar sputtered, "That is not the point. Besides, he was not going to kill me; he was…"

Rowan's smile froze, "He was going to do much worse to you, Andar, that is why I have to be here. If he had killed you cleanly, then I would have honored your sacrifice, but no one makes a mockery of my blood. No one tortures my son!"

Weakly shoving Rowan's hands away from his shoulders, Andar staggered, nearly falling to the ground, before steadying himself, gasping as if he had run a thousand-mile race, he growled,

"That was not your decision to make. If you fall here before your dreams are realized, who else can change Reality? Do we have any future without you? Don't tell me you now have the power to defeat a Primordial entity. If you don't, then you should never have come for me. You should have respected my sacrifice for what it was."

Rowan shook his head, "I cannot defeat a Primordial being…"

"Then why are you here?"

"…but I can fight, Andar. I can fight, and for so long, I have hidden my light from all reality, but if I don't begin this fight, even when the stakes against me are high, then I will always find another excuse to postpone the battle because it will never be enough, I can never get strong enough to battle infinity, I have to begin. Now."

Andar paused, looking deeply at Rowan before taking a step back and weakly sitting on the ground,

"Has it come to this? Is this the right time?"

"Yes. And there is no right time."

Andar sighed, "If you can fight, then I can watch."

Rowan cocked his head to the side. "Hold on for as long as you can. You might be able to learn a thing or two."

Andar groaned as he made himself comfortable on the ground, whispering to himself, "You take me to the best places."