The Primordial Record novel Chapter 937

Chapter 937 Everyday, An Adventure

Traditions were a weird concept that Rowan was exploring at the side as a sort of hobby. It was fascinating to see the things that last over the ages, those that were discarded, and the erratic reasons for the preservation of some ideas where others were forgotten.

He had seen that on the table the body of the Primordial of Time lay in death were cups of wine. That means in that distant time, the Primordials had sat at a table and discussed the future over wine, and if such a tradition had been present in that period of time that was beyond living memory, then it was a bit believable that its influence had been able to spread, especially if this was a tradition from the Primordials themselves.

However, he wondered if for beings like Primordials, the concept of the future and the past existed at all. At the sixth dimensional level, one could begin traveling through the strands of destiny, what more would a Primordial be capable of at the 9th dimension?

These thoughts flew through his head faster than the speed of light, and not even a single moment had passed. The wine hit his tongue and a flavor as dense as the earth spread through his senses, tantalizing his spirit and making the Ouroboros Serpents roar in pleasure. What a wine!

He doubted that such fine drinks could be found in a lesser dimension, it was almost as if he just drank a flavorful brand of Ambrosia. This wine seemed to massage his consciousness, and if he had a soul, then it would have most likely enriched it, allowing his soul to advance to great heights in a single bound.

Dropping the wine jug with a sigh of pleasure Rowan introduced himself, "I am Romion, and I am pleased to be in your company."

The value of the wine they had given him was not to be underestimated, he did not know its source, but anything that could affect the soul in such a positive manner must be truly expensive, and Rowan would always repay good gestures with great ones. Inside his dimension Knowledge Well was already deciphering the content of the wine.

The two smiled at his introduction and compliment, and for the first time, the second Will Holder who was silent all these while became the one who replied to him,

"You honor us Sanctified Scion. I am Mirthal Elnorin Fourth Rank Elder of the Grehn Pathway and watcher of the Cyan Titan, and this is Kymil Elnorin, my descendant, he is also a Fourth Rank Elder of the Grehn Pathway and an esteemed Watcher of the Cyan Titan, we have served on this post for twelve Eras, and we would continue for another twelve before our watch is done. What is it that you need from us, we pledge to do all that is within our reach to satisfy."

"Ah, of course, I shall not take too much of your time, I know your duty watching over this post is important," Rowan was a bit distracted by the familiar terminologies from Mirthal Elnorin, especially when he said the words Pathways and Ghren.

"Before I tell you of my purpose, it would be remiss of me not to present a small gift of wine as a meeting gift. Mirthal, Kymil, please join me,"