The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1581

Chapter 1581: Gate Of Madness (final)

Rowan wanted to punch this Primordial in the face, like a child slowly bringing an insect closer to an open flame; Primordial Chaos was clearly enjoying slowly teasing out his so-called truths for as long as he could get away with it.

This was someone who clearly enjoyed the sound of their voice, and for all the talk of omnipotence, he had become a being who had long become used to excesses.

In his heart, Rowan made a solemn vow that one day, he would allow Primordial Chaos to know the true meaning of fear.

It was easy to stand above it all and play with the fate of everyone below them when nothing could touch the Primordials. If he ever needed any inspiration for why he should never stop on this journey, it was the sound of Primordial Chaos’s voice as he enjoyed the Chaos they had sowed in Reality.

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A hissing crackle emerged from the chest of Primordial Chaos as his lungs collapsed into a sludge; his torso was filled with nothing but Pain. The intestines around his feet mainly had evaporated into red mist, and slowly, only bones were left, alongside two bulging eyes.

“Reality, your Reality is young Rowan, and it is not the first. You do not need to pretend that you are not shocked; somewhere inside you, there must have been the suspicion that there is something more. You have seen Limbo, and so you know that there is more outside of this place, even if you have no way of confirming this speculation in your heart. We, the Primordials, have been to many Realities. What talents have we not seen, and what wars have we not fought? What unique creatures have we not killed?”

Rowan leaned back and looked at Primordial Chaos, “Is this the true meaning you wanted to tell me? I thought you wanted to say something much deeper. As you said, these are all the things I could have speculated from my growth from a single universe to the higher dimensional realms.”

He was shocked to know that Reality was not alone, but there was no way he would tell Chaos that he was. It was almost too easy to convince himself that Reality was all there was and the Primordials were forces outside of it—the polar opposites of Reality. But he was wrong.

There were other Realities inside Limbo, and the Primordials had preyed on them for who knew how long. Rowan had suspected that Reality might not be the only place like it in Limbo, but it was horrifying to finally acknowledge the truth that Reality, as he knew it, was not the first to fall under the influence of the Primordials.

Their sins were unfathomable. Or this monster could be lying, and Reality was unique.

Primordial Chaos wheezed in laughter, “What greater truth than this can there be? Since the beginning of this Reality, I can tell you sincerely that you are the only individual inside of it who knows there are other Realities outside this one. Your meager experiences are nothing before the true face of infinity.”

“if that is the case,” Rowan smiled, “why are all of you imprisoned in this Reality, fighting amongst yourselves like headless beasts? Why dwell on one when there are many outside of this place? Is it because you can’t, or perhaps you are all much weaker than you claim to be?”

“BOOM!!!”