The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1567

"Do not dare call me by that name!" the Primordial Beast screamed as Reality shattered at his rage-filled voice.

"Then stop me," Rowan said and shattered the locks holding him bound in the flesh of immortals, and his size exploded. His Will of Truth no longer had to simulate his true form to all of Reality.

Radiance shot from his flesh that was brighter than a million burning universes, and his dimensional flesh, unbound, emerged.

Rowan could not take this form in Reality; the fabric of existence was simply too weak to support his real weight. Only in this space made by the Primordial Beast Bahamut could Rowan fully unleash his strength.

It was a great reason Rowan decided to battle in this place; unless he traveled to Limbo, nowhere else in Reality would he be able to unleash the strength of such magnitude, at least not for the time being.

Reality was rapidly changing, and perhaps it would be enough to hold him in the future, but before that time arrives, Rowan will find his true capabilities in this battle.

Weapons, spells, armor, all his usual methods of battle would either be set aside or pushed to a level that would break them, and in this battle, Rowan knew he had only two great weapons that could participate in a fight of this level, and that was his Origin Bloodlines and the power that came from his Class, and the second weapon was the Destroyer and the power that came from his Titles.

Andar, in the distance, beheld this creature and the proper form of his father. His soul shattered to pieces, and for the entirety of his life, Andar knew that he would never forget what he saw.

Andar perceived that his father subtly enhanced his perception, and that was the only reason he was able to glean so much about the higher dimension, and he was immensely grateful for this gift.

He died with a smile on his lips before he was turned to nothing from the radiance of the universes that Rowan had spawned with a clap from his hands.

In the brief moment separating death from life, Andar saw their true form and went mad. Only the cleansing hands of death and Rowan's grace ensured that the corruption from seeing their true form did not destroy him.

The Primordial Beast and Rowan were not made from flesh and bone but seemed to be carved from living concepts, like a living paradox made from the raw fabrics of higher dimensions that Andar had no name for.

He feared that he would never perceive their true form, and despite this revelation, he was merely seeing their shadows. Andar realized that everything he was, his dimension, his powers, were all fleeting shadows before the real thing. Every immortal in existence was playing with swords made from fog, while only these true gods could wield the might of existence.

'We are so small, so fucking small!"

Where Rowan was made from clean lines and geometric wonders that were still filled with countless charms despite how alien it appeared to Andar's senses, the Primordial Beast was a collapsing infinity of jaws, limbs, and eyes spiraling into an unknown reality.

He tried not to see the intent behind the Primordial Beast's body. Andar knew that this was the line he could not cross, and if he did, Rowan might be unable to save him.