The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1570

Chapter 1570: Threshold Of Fate

The weight of Fate’s presence was resounding across this space, and Rowan could sense a growing connection being created in his dimensional flesh and soul that was resonating with its arrival.

This dimensional space that was incredibly stable began to loosen at its seams, and Rowan considered his action here to be the right choice. He was in great danger with his present actions, but he realized he might not have been able to summon this version of Fate if he was anywhere else in Reality.

Rowan did not know how the Primordial Beast was able to create this space. Still, it was as close to Limbo as he had ever seen, and perhaps only in the depths of a Primordial Domain would he have been able to find a space that was stable enough to hold the arrival of a ninth-dimensional level Fate.

In this space, there was only the presence of the Primordial Beast that was still being suppressed by his power, and because this beast was not fully awakened, his control of this space was nearly non-existent, and if there was any chance of success, it was now.

The power of Fate exploded in intensity as a threshold seemed to have been crossed. Rowan chuckled within because he knew that even if Bahamut were to awaken fully, it would be nearly impossible for him to banish Fate from this space because too much of it had made it across. Now, it was feeding on this space to sustain its existence.

As if fully acknowledging Rowan’s presence, the dimension of Fate made a connection with his dimensional flesh. Rowan observed this power for a moment, hesitated, and then rapidly reviewed all his actions from the last few moments, deeming that he was satisfied with it. Then, he accepted the power.

The change was immediate, as his dimensional flesh rippled with power that blasted outwards from his body in visible purple shockwaves that devastated the space around him. However, in all these transformations, Rowan’s left hand was still upraised as he continued his suppression of Bahamut.

This new transformation of his body was close to the evolution of his form as he transcended his previous limits; it could not equal his transformation to an Origin Lifeform, but it was close to it.

It was as if he was metamorphosing from a larvae to a butterfly as new spaces and dimensional thresholds were being created in his flesh and soul that had previously not existed.

Above him, the voice of Fate traveled from outside Reality as more of the heavens were replaced by its might, and the changes in Rowan’s body accelerated,

“Voryndar, keth’mir ulthar. Droth’vei neth’is zor’amal?”

“Truth Seeker. You seek the Spindle of Fate. The Lock of Ages. Yet many have been sundered before its edge. Are you worthy?”

This voice slammed into Rowan’s consciousness, and his flesh was shattered into pieces, birthing endless dimensions that exploded into the distance. As the infinity of this space was stretched to the limits, it exploded into a greater infinity to hold the weight of the increasing presence of Rowan’s flesh and the awakening Primordial Beast, who was almost going insane with rage.

Fate’s dimension was rapidly feeding on this space it had created, and Rowan was unaware that Fate’s presence was delaying Bahamut’s awakening.

At the dawn of the Primordial Era, Bahamut created this space using his ethereal flesh. Awakening would mean that Bahamut would collect his flesh once more, but with the consumption of Fate, his flesh became the fuel for Rowan’s ascension to the seventh dimension.

How could Bahamut endure this humiliation? Its nature had always been one to take. It was the basic instincts of the Primordial Beasts that their hunger could never be satisfied, and every moment when Fate fed off his flesh, the madness in Bahamut rose uncontrollably.

If this continued, he would helplessly have to watch Rowan reach the seventh dimension—not the broken-dimensional state available to all lifeforms in Reality, but a connection with Fate itself.