The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1569

Chapter 1569: A Spark That Thought Itself A Flame

Rowan had never unleashed so much power in his entire life. He had barely begun to unleash the power of his bloodlines and the full might of his dimensional flesh, but his present dimensional level was holding him back.

This battle was not a place where he could afford to micromanage his abilities as he was always used to doing. All of his previous opponents, including Thenos and Seed, had not truly forced him to push for the limits of his present potential, and only going against a Primordial Level Entity that he realizes that he was always meant to fight like this, but he had never met anyone that could draw out this level of power from him.

Rowan’s heart was singing even as his Ether and Essence boiled. Their temperature reached billions of degrees and climbed higher as Rowan summoned the power of a higher dimension inside this space created by a Primordial Beast.

A mystical chant emerging from the depths of creation in the language of Primordials filled this space, emerging from the depths of Rowan’s consciousness as he called upon Fate itself.

An immortal reaching the seventh dimension called upon a thread of their Fate, but Rowan was a dimension as vast as true Reality, and for him, a thread would not do; he called upon the True Dimension of Fate itself.

“Vashtara neth’un dremis,

Sol’mira keth’varis,

Ylthorin fah’dohr imar,

Zorath’kai vel’shandris, Yltharion, zor’falis, keth’mir sol,

Nar’ethis vel’sindra, moth’kai dris!

By the blood of fallen stars,

The Eclipsed Creator summons the thread from afar,

Through the veil where the lost dream,

Fate entwined, yet none may hold

I sever the weave. I unmake the oath!

Fate responded, and a power that emerged from outside of all known Reality itself began to descend.

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Although Rowan was suffering from the power of annihilation, which was tearing his essence apart, and the only thing holding him away from nothingness was his Will, Bahamut was still suffering from the power of destruction that Rowan had summoned.

This high-level concept might not have reached the ninth-dimensional level. Still, Rowan’s innate understanding of destruction had pushed this power to a level that could affect a weakened Primordial Beast.

Bahamut’s skin rippled with intense waves of destruction that wrapped around him like a shroud, burning through his essence, causing the beast to roar in pain.

He had not felt pain like this since the beginning of the Primordial Era, and it aroused his savagery as he began to tear into himself, discarding large amounts of flesh that took the shape of bleeding dreams and shattered dimensions.

Unlike Rowan, whose dimensional flesh seemed endlessly malleable, able to regenerate from any wound as long as his Will was strong enough to hold him away from death, Bahamut was not fully awakened. The essence he had to work with was minor—barely a few oceans of Primordial Essence—and the power of destruction could not be withstood; it could only be cast aside.

This created a window of opportunity for Rowan to do something insane and ascend into a higher dimension during a battle with a ninth-dimensional entity.

Rowan had been on the threshold of the seventh dimension for a while, but due to his present circumstances where he had to ready himself for a war with the entirety of Reality and all the Primordial Dimensions, he could not yet allow himself the freedom to pursue a higher dimension.