The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1568

This entire space transformed into a space of primordial nothingness as Reality struggled to come to terms with the impossibilities of their power, but two entities within this disorder whose presence resisted that chaos stood from within as countless dying dimension struck their skin and shattered into pieces.

Rowan was thrown into the distance, crossing distances that made no mathematical sense, and a grunt of pain emerged from his lips.

Two great holes were in his chest, and all of the bones of his torso had been crushed, and a malevolent force that was hard to describe was attempting to tear his mind and soul apart.

His existence would be instantly extinguished if he gave a single inch to this force. It did not matter if the injury from Bahamut was a tiny scratch or a gaping wound; his every action carried this force.

He fell to one knee; his dimensional flesh that had been freed from the constraint of normality was the same size as Reality; that is to say, his body was infinite in size, and the injuries that he had just suffered from this clash were threatening to shatter him into pieces.

A fleeting thought passed through Rowan's mind,

'Ah, this is familiar. How many times have I been brought to the brink? I have been tested since the moment of my birth, and I have not been found wanting!'

Watching Rowan struggle to stand, the Primordial Beast roared; his voice was a thing of pure horror,

"You shall not call me Bahamut. I am Zorathok, the Infinite Maw, and I am the Prime Architect of Annihilation!"

Rowan groaned as he stood up. His mind was already pushing against the forces that threatened to warp his existence into nothing. From the intense light flashing in the eyes of Bahamut, the Primordial Beast was surprised at how easily Rowan was shrugging off the effects of his attack.

Names held power, and in the higher dimensions where they battled, the dead name of this Primordial Beast, which was Bahamut, was like a shackle on its power, and Rowan refused to acknowledge his new existence that would surely give him more power over him.

"You sure know how to talk big, Bahamut, but…" Then he brought his right hand forward, and one of the beast's horns was on it. In the clash earlier, he had ripped it off the head of Bahamut. "…You break."

The Primordial Beast looked at his broken horn held by Rowan and roared in anger. This desecration to his flesh and name was rousing him from his lethargy because, in truth, most of his powers and consciousness were still sealed. Yet what was happening was driving Zorathok to the edge, and more of him was awakening.

There would be significant consequences if more of his consciousness were awakened, but Zorathok was finding out that he might not have leisure not to make that choice.