The Primordial Record

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,

"If you do this, then you would be the first in all of creation…" The Steele mumbled, "Your title shall be unique, and I shall have to deliberate long on it."

Rowan nodded at the Steele and he sighed, "Everything that was happening has been leading to this moment, then let it be so."

Closing his eyes he reached deep inside of him, the preparation had already been made long ago and he was reaching inside himself looking for strength, although he told the Primordial Record that he could hold, he wondered if perhaps today would be the day that going beyond his limits would not be enough.

Not bothering about the risk, he drew the power from all his consciousnesses leaving them with less than twenty percent of their overall strength.

This consciousness now bloomed with power and light that tore through the darkness, illuminating the shrunken form of Erohim in the distance who was frozen in awe at the sight of the Steele, and he turned towards Rowan and gasped.

Rowan's consciousness had previously taken the form of a child and now it grew until it was a man, but the light shining from it was so bright, that in the entire lifespan of this universe, there had never been a light that shone brighter, or will there ever be.

Rowan drew upon the BREATH OF ENOCH, a power that he should only use when he wanted to break every rule and he roared, "Time, come to me!"

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His roar held the darkness, the sound filling the void, having the weight of Will behind it and something more…. Something indescribably ancient and sacred, whose roots could not be named.

The Darkness held for as long as it could, but Rowan's cry could not be denied, and it cracked open, this memory of a dead man in an empty universe that should not exist… opened.

Erohim saw all this and he fell to his knees, and then he screamed as he fell through the cracks that shattered the darkness, plunging into a zone of unreality and madness, which even he could not comprehend.

He seemed to fall for an eternity, but Erohim was a monster that had lived for countless eternities and he reoriented himself with difficulty. This place was not suitable for life, and he had to get out or he would be imprisoned in this limbo forever, a fate that was far worse than death.

Something screamed past him, and it was so massive that he could not comprehend it for a moment, and so fast that to his senses it was nothing but a blur. The speed of its movement caused this space of null reality to splinter into shards that nearly tore him to pieces, and Erohim, knowing it was his only chance for freedom and survival, seized the blur that was still hurtling past him and was yanked upwards with bone-crushing force.

His body slammed against a hard surface and pain like he had never known flooded through his body, he nearly let go in shock when he discovered that he was bleeding, and his immortality had been stripped away, leaving him in a powerful body but still mortal, even in his disbelief he held on as leaving it would mean his death, and that was how he saw he was holding on to a massive chain that seemed to have no beginning or an end.

The chain was flying towards the bright light ahead like an iron filling attracted to a magnet, and even though he had fallen for an infinity, the light was still so bright it illuminated this space, and his mouth fell open in shock and horror when he saw that more chains were piercing through the void and flying towards the light.

The echo of Rowan's voice that was holding so much power filled this entire space and repeatedly swept past him and Erohim in his madness began to weep, he had never seen anything so magnificent and terrible after his main body fell.

The world of Primordials had been hidden from his sight and now he was seeing it being resurrected.

Erohim cried out in adoration as his flesh was minced to the bones and his skeleton grew mouths and sang Rowan's glory, for they were the first to witness it.

In the depth of his fading mind was a thought; what sort of monster had the Shadows created?