The Primordial Record novel Chapter 898

?Inside the dead universe, in the strange dimension where the dead eye of the Primordial of Time lay, the massive skull of Erohim, now the foundation for the rebirth of the Ouroboros Serpents began to collapse, drawn into the world seed accompanied by frightening roars from the growing serpents.

In the living universe, Rowan broke through the atmosphere of Trion, his one-dimensional body began to crack open as frightful powers earned from the future, that was now in the present poured into his body, but something was different about this process because change that was taking place was two-way.

Rowan aimed to accomplish more with this spell than just to harvest power from the future and bring them into the past, he was aiming for something much more ambitious.

If he wanted to become a being who could ascend to become a Primordial and even exceed that level, then he needed a foundation that was so solid and colossal that no one else in creation could ever imagine replicating.

The Foundation would be his True Name.

In the beginning, Rowan had not understood what it meant to own a True Name, but as he grew stronger, he realized that names and titles had far more importance than was let on. Perhaps if he had teachers, they might have told him of the importance of names, nevertheless, he was a quick learner and nothing went over him twice.

During his ascension to a dimension and his battle with Caine, he had given up the titles and the names given to him by others, and from there he began to gather hints about what it entailed, and the benefits that came with it. This was the moment he had gained his freedom and was given the chance to write his story and chart the course for his future.

It would be a future that was not determined by the Primordial Record but something of his making. If he now had the ability to choose what he would become in the future, then with all the talents and abilities at his fingertips, it was either he went big or went home.

The cracks on his one-dimensional body increased and he was on the verge of explosion, such a move would shatter the entire galaxy and Trion along with it without creating a Forge to contain him, and for an inexperienced Rowan this would have most likely been the case, but he had become something much more in five years.

The explosion did not happen, instead, the silver line began to weave itself, as Rowan used a different method to become a second-dimensional being. Like a thread under an invisible loom, Rowan weaved himself into a second-dimensional entity.

His previous ascension was flawed, his essence should not have dispersed as it did. This dispersion even though contained by the Forge was what enabled tiny imperfections to be created all over his dimension, giving space for the Third Prince and other entities to teleport into it.

The true path of ascension was not crushing his one-dimensional body, but instead using it as a foundation to create his two-dimensional body.

Rowan descended past Trion's upper atmosphere and reached the clouds, but this time he was not a line but a shiny silver page. His foundation for the future could not be firmer and with a single move, he has cleared the mistakes he made in the past.

His multiple consciousnesses were powerful, but not infallible, he had made the best decision with the knowledge he previously had, but Rowan would loathe to repeat a mistake twice.

He slowed his descent a bit, allowing the Aether that followed him to shoot down before him, but unlike before, he channeled it all in a tiny region, making sure the concentration of Aether in that tiny spot expanded to a ridiculous degree and sparing the majority of the continent from needless deaths.