The Primordial Record

Rowan's beauty in his base state was so overwhelming it had transcended all common sense and had become quite frightening, his appearance was a weapon, and with it, he could charm all creation, and every Supreme Circle he transcended, his beauty only rose, and so he kept this portion of himself hidden from reality, but to pass this test, he would need to awaken his eyes.

Blinking once, he opened his eyes and within those pearly orbs, a light began to emerge as if stars were coming to life. Shards after shards of light began to awaken in his iris with indescribable colors, and as they awoke, they brought a sort of divine melody as if creation itself was singing of their light.

The space in front of Rowan vibrated before it began to twist as reality was stained with the colors of his eyes. Ever since he transcended his mortal state, Rowan had never checked the progress of his fleshy body in an in-depth manner, solving the issue of the Primordial Eye took priority, and this change in his sight was shocking even to him.

Old Man Seed had told himself that he would not be shocked at any of the displays that his grandson would create, he doubted that there could be anything that could top the constant stream of shock and surprise at the capabilities of this child, but he saw that he could still be surprised.

'Perhaps he was only scratching the surface of what his grandson was capable of. Elura, in your quest for power, what did you create?'

A small part of Old Man Seed felt a burst of disquietness in his soul, and he had a moment where he wanted to nearly flee or kill Rowan because he was afraid. As amazing as it sounds, a being who controlled a seventh-dimensional domain had a moment where he was afraid of a mortal.

The light emerging from Rowan's eyes was incredibly weak in comparison to the power that Seed was capable of unleashing, yet there was a hint of an unknown sort of power that appeared simple yet had profound depths and he was reminded of the few times when he met those being of ridiculous power who existed on a plane that was beyond his comprehension—Primes.

However, this feeling of fear did not last for long before it was drowned by excitement as he eagerly waited for what Rowan would be able to accomplish.

Old Man Seed always had a hint of madness in his soul, and that ember was rekindling as he observed this ridiculous mortal creature called Romion.

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Activating his eyes after more than a thousand years of neglect was jarring, and for a moment it was almost as if his eyes were filled with sand and he could feel a dull ache spread across them as if he was a newborn opening its eyes to see reality for the first time.

At first, all he could see was gray, and slowly color resolved itself and he noticed the translucent dome of energy covering them before his sight punched through it into the battle ahead, and it was not hard for Rowan to differentiate between his eyes and those of his consciousness.

For one it was singularly focused, his eyes gathered all the external environment in its entirety, light, heat, sound, vibrations… everything, and fed them to him all at once.

It was not like his consciousness vision that separated his perception into strands and fed it to him at the same time. No, his Primordial Ouroboros's vision was different. It was like a pulse that spread out from his eyes, traveled to its limit, and returned to him, bringing back all the information it had collected. It was like sonar or echolocation that had been tweaked up to a million points.

The pulse that spread from his eyes was erupting millions of times per second, and all that information was being fed to him, yet it was compressed in such a manner that it was not distracting. Rowan was simply aware of everything around him, and he was not distracted by it.

His gaze was like that of a predator. Focused on what was ahead while understanding everything around him at the same time.

It was the reason he was not distracted by this fascinating new vision and was buried in the scene that he saw ahead.

Rowan did not know which dimension this battle was being fought on but he did not recognize any of the party who was engaged in combat.

What he saw was dozens of universes in flames. On one side were beings of metal and stone, each of them was larger than stars and they wielded the elements in the shapes of massive hammers.

Their enemies were equally as massive, but they were reptilian, not resembling dragons or any reptiles he had seen, they took the shape of large balls of flesh covered by gleaming scales, and their bodies were covered with eyes and claws.

What struck Rowan was not their sizes or their power, but their numbers. From what he could observe at a glance on a small portion of the battlefield, the combatants numbered in the trillions, and when he looked at the entire scale of this battlefield that covered multiple infinities and contained dozens of universes, then the sheer number of combatants here was so horrifying that it could not be described.

Even if each of the combatants had the strength of mortals then it would represent such a significant force that Rowan shuddered to think what they could be capable of, but the fact was that the weakest combatant here had the power of a God King!

How was such a thing possible?! How much resources would it take to create such a powerful army whose numbers put all the stars in multiple universes to shame? What kind of a war is this?

Yet, this entire battle that was stretching what he knew of reality to the limit was just a small part of a war that was infinitesimally larger than what he could wrap his mind around.

A thought came to Rowan that frightened him; when he merged with the Primordial Record in the vision that led to the end of all existence and led the his extermination by the Primordials, he had not really understood the scale of the devastation that such an event would bring.

Of course, he knew that ending all of reality was a terrible thing, but he did not truly understand what it meant to destroy that number of lives.

If this small corner of the universe had contained this amount of lives, how much would the entirety of reality contain?

When Rowan opened his eyes, he was shivering. Old Man Seed looked at him and laughed, "Such a battle of such epic proportion has surely blown your mind, didn't it? Don't worry it is not a shame to admit that there are some things that could break your mind the first time you see it."

"Sure," Rowan nodded, too tired to argue. He was once again reminded that he was dealing with forces he did not understand, and the Primordial Record had given him access to a range of powers that was utterly ridiculous considering the fact that he was a mortal.

Rowan sighed, "Why was such a devastating war fought?"

Old Man Seed smiled, "That is the question that you should have asked from the start."