The Primordial Record novel Chapter 890

Chapter 890 True Name

?Rowan was silent as he observed the Steele, aware that he was standing before one of the most powerful entities in existence, in their own right a Singularity should be equal and also lesser than a Primordial.

He had no way to compare their powers at this time, but he knew that combining with the Primordial Record had given birth to an entity with the power to surpass the Primordials, what powers would this Steele hold, and did it have an owner?

Apart from the Primordial Record and this Steele, were there other Singularities, or were they the only two in existence?

So many questions he wanted to ask, but he felt an overbearing Will urging him to touch the Steele and engrave his name, without it, his World Core would still become complete, but he would lose out on something so incredibly precious that in all of creation, barely a hundred plus individuals had succeeded.

The odds of this occurring and receiving the title of a World Bearer were almost equal to receiving the Primordial Record when placed against the entirety of time and the number of beings who dwelled in creation.

He did not know this would happen when he completed the World Core, but it had already shattered the domain of Erohim and the man who was left was barely a threat. The power of the Steele was undeniable, appearing in this broken universe that was nothing but a memory of Erohim and seizing control of it with no issues.

The decision had been made already, and Rowan would not deny himself the privilege to become a World Bearer, although he knew that with benefits, also came a hidden cost; new and unknown enemies, and an unknown path ahead.

Rowan walked towards the Steele, observing its shape, it was the size of a small hill, and etched onto it was the types of Scripts that Rowan saw inside the Primordial Record, except there were subtle differences that made it appear alien.

Whatever language this was it carried power and it was still unknown to him, the only thing he had that was a bit similar was the Words of Enoch, now transformed into the Breath of Enoch in his dimension.

This power was the only one that was closest in shape to this mysterious Scripts and Rowan had studied it for a long time, discovering new mysteries inside of it, and he had held back against using this power until he was sure he understood its full potential.

Rowan understood that whatever he used this power for must be multi-universe breaking. Anything less would be a waste.

There was a subtle force erupting from the Steele that pushed him backward as he stepped closer, but he knew that this was not a sign of rejection, it was only the innate power inside this Steele that was so massive, that anything not worthy would not be able to reach it.

He was worthy, but it was also difficult to complete the ritual. Difficult, not impossible.