The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1589

Chapter 1589: Manipulating Fate

Caine lifted the blade and was about to plunge it into Rowan’s skull, whose skin was still smooth like glass despite his enormous size, but a voice made him pause.

"This is familiar, you have stabbed me before."

Caine’s awareness bloomed, spreading out to surround the entirety of Rowan’s body, and he saw that Rowan’s eyes were opened, and a wave of his perception had settled over Caine.

Screaming in anger and panic, Caine drove the killing blade into Rowan’s skull and pushed himself back into the air; he was surprised that Rowan had allowed him to continue his actions, giving that the wave of power he had felt in Rowan’s perception was enough to cripple him instantly.

Rowan’s eyes tracked Caine through the air; he seemed uncaring that the killing blade that drove into his skull was beginning to spread a wave of corruption across his head.

Caine did not care to know the reason why Rowan was so calm when the weapon of a Primordial was stuck in his skull, and he decided to flee this place. He had pushed nearly all the power of Primordial Chaos into the weapon, leaving a sliver of it in his body, and it should be enough to leave this place.

He hardly began to call on the power of Chaos inside of him when a foreign power washed over his consciousness, and he saw himself walking towards Rowan, who opened up his palm, and Caine landed on it. Rowan smiled,

"Welcome, my dear Betrayer."

Caine had no time to be stunned when a jet of information flooded his senses, and he realized that for a long time, he was not just a play thing of Primordial Chaos; Rowan had begun to influence him a long time ago.

Holding his head, Caine shrieked and pushed his fingers into his eyes, trying to claw out his memories, but that force held him in place,

"I still have uses for you, and you cannot die now."

Caine did not know how he had failed to see the subtle manipulations of Rowan’s hands in his life, but the last time it happened, it was so evident that he wondered how he was not more aware of it at that moment.

When Caine was captured by Primordial Chaos, the Primordial showed Caine visions of the past, and they were all about Rowan.

He saw a black drop of blood that emerged from the body of Primordial Chaos that fused with Rowan, and from that point, Chaos had become a part of Rowan, and his influence over his life slowly grew.

"He is beautiful, is he not? This bearer of truth."

Primordial Chaos’ voice had whispered in the depths of Caine’s soul as he showed him the past and the future.

He saw Rowan as a mortal killing an immortal, saw him create wonders and abominations, saw a reality-breaking willpower that left him in awe.

And then he saw the moment he was left in awe, when Rowan broke the Intent of Primordial Chaos, and in order to regain back the control he had over Rowan, Primordial Chaos had gone into the past and began manipulating the life of Caine.

Primordial Chaos made Caine aware of the Eye of Time. Working closely with this fragment of a Primordial, Caine protected the Eye of Time from the background, preventing anyone else from killing it. He thought that this Eye was a clue to becoming a Primordial.

How foolish he had been.

Over time, the Eye gave birth to Reflections, and Rowan was born with the aid of these Reflections.

From another perspective, it could be seen that Rowan’s true father was Primordial Chaos—his subtle manipulation of events led to the birth of the greatest Abomination in existence. Perhaps only the twisted influence of a being like Primordial Chaos could make such a thing possible.

Caine had seen his place in this web of deceit that began in the distant past, and every ambition he had to play in the same arena as the Primordials was placed to rest.

Primordial Chaos had shown Caine the vision of the past, and he could still hear the smug tone in his voice and intent. Chaos had been proud of his achievement. However, Caine had observed something odd happening during the implementation of this revelation.

It was very subtle, but it drew his attention, and being the old monster that he was, he did not show any signs that he had observed this change.