The Primordial Record novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891 Time, Come To Me!

A True Name would follow him until the end of his path, and so he had made preparations for it, and over time that preparation had been evolving into something different with every event that was taking place in his life, and now it would seem that he had to finally take this measure.

Rowan took a few steps back from the Steele and whispered to himself, "My True Name, how odd that after all this time, I have considered what to call myself and received no good results. Yet who knew that the one who gave me my name would turn out to be her? It is time to go back and claim it."

There was a gamble and an opportunity for him in the claiming of his True Name, if he succeeded it would shake all of creation, if he failed he may never recover.

This plan came to him like a fever dream, borne by circumstances and coincidences, and it was something he was sure the Primordial Record did not even know about, he created this plan during the times the Primordial Record was in slumber, and he had allowed this plan to sink deeply into his consciousness.

He had too many enemies and their reaches were almost boundless, he would only win by not just staying one step ahead, but in his battle with the Reflections, he had to stay a hundred steps ahead if possible.

Such an idea was madness, but Rowan had the tools and he thought it could be done.

Yet it was so outlandish that he needed confirmation from something that was close to All Knowing and he showed his dreams to the Primordial Record and it was shared with the Steele as well. Rowan was willing to share his dreams and memories, but it was on the condition that he was the one who made the choice.

It did not take long for the verdict to reach him.

"This cannot be done!" The Primordial Record spoke.

"Creation would be fractured!" The Steele agreed, "There is no past inference to draw upon."

Rowan smiled, "Not all creation, only a small part of it. Just here, and in a universe that is dead."

The two Singularities were quiet for a while, it would seem that Rowan's idea was so outlandish that for them it took time to contemplate, his heart was in his mouth as he waited for the verdict, he had run all the numbers, and technically it should work, but he was still willing to listen to the wisdom of the Singularities, after all, what he was planning was sheer madness, but every genius was once thought as mad.

It was the Primordial Record that first broke the silence,

"This could… work, but it would be too much to hold, even for one such as you. Yet knowing who you are, I can see you doing nothing less." Rowan could almost see the Primordial Record shake its head.

"I will hold, nothing can break me."

There was a longer pause and then the Primordial Record spoke, "If you succeed, then I shall believe in your dreams in the future."

Rowan smiled, this was all he needed. He was surprised when the Steele spoke next,