The Primordial Record novel Chapter 618

Chapter 618 To Know Oneself

Rowan's eyes snapped open as refreshed as he could ever be in his present state. His Consciousness Pillar and Knowledge Well had healed to their current optimal state, yet they came out wrong…misshapen.

So much of his Ouroboros Bloodline had fused with his Chambers and Consciousness Pillars that with the weakened state of his Ouroboros Bloodline, his pillars no longer ascended to the skies—thick beams of implacable consciousness powers that would place those of the gods and Archmages to shame—now they were crooked, their golden shine reduced to rusted brown.

The Eye of his Knowledge Well was no longer bright and piercing but dull and yellow, like the eyes of an old man in the twilight of his life, its processing power even in this state was less than ten percent.

If these were the tools Rowan had to work with, it would have to be enough, what came next was not a matter of intelligence or power, but simply determination and enlightenment. His preparation was for this moment, and to succeed, he would need to believe and understand himself deeply.

Rowan stood up, his height reduced to 320 miles, yet every motion from his colossal body was palpable.

This action prompted Eva and the rest to retreat, knowing it was time and Rowan nodded at their retreating figures in thanks, he waited for them to return to their places as the endgame had begun.

At this time the Core floating above no longer resembled a heart but an orb with no visible imperfections on its surface, there were three colors rippling along its exterior, the most dominant was a golden luster, and then a red hue like decaying blood, and finally a black color similar to smoke.

With Rowan's new insight, he knew that what he was looking at were not colors, this was the outward appearance of something deeper. This was not Intent as Labaletai once told him, this was much complex, and Rowan chose to call it Will.

Intent could only exist in the fourth dimension after it anchored itself firmly in time, and its effects on the Third Dimension were visibly felt, it was the reason gods and Archamages were truly powerful, for their attacks carried a hint of inevitability, yet it could only move across the present.

Rowan suspected that even the gods themselves did not truly understand how their Intent functioned after they gained this power at first only at very high levels would they begin to comprehend this power, it would take someone like Rowan who was a Nascent Primordial and had access to the understanding of Dimensions at this level to begin to unravel the knot.

It was also the reason why the Intent from the gods could be easily purged, even a lower grade Intent could purge a higher grade Intent given enough volumes, but Will was different.

He recalled what the powerful Mage inside the Isle of Rest told Andar about this power, she had called this color the Stench of an Old One.

This Will or Stench was a deep pervasive power that rooted itself beyond the fourth dimension into higher planes, drenching its corruption deep in the past, the present, and the future.