The Primordial Record

Rowan's uniqueness could not be denied, his power and potential were absolute, and even with the barest given to him, he would be able to make miracles out of it.

The Primordial Record had previously called him a Nascent Primordial, and that was before he evolved into a dimensional entity, a being that even the Singularity did not fully understand. The further evolution of his dimensional flesh was a testament to his comprehension ability.

Despite the pressure he was undergoing as he planned for the battle against the Reflections and any unexpected enemies that might come up, he was also working on his power base and creating something better than what he previously had.

He was fully cognizant of the fact that his mental state and potential would destabilize anyone who viewed it.

So Rowan was wary of scaring these powerful beings with a display of his entire potential, and he did not want to reveal too much for them to wish for nothing but to possess his powers, he just needed to find that sweet spot in between fear and desire.

This turned out to be much harder than he thought, he had pretty much broken every concept of normalcy repeatedly when it came to revealing his capabilities to these two, and even till this moment he had not begun to accurately judge what was considered a supreme genius in all of reality and how he could lessen his talents to be considered a supreme genius and not a monster, a freak… Old Man Seed knows how to name things, does he not? Rowan's thoughts wryly.

What is the difference between a lovable freak that is cherished for their uniqueness and a monstrous freak that scares you for the impossibilities of their actions?

Andar was a lovable freak, the mage was a perfect genius, the sort that was hailed by the masses as a champion of determination, tenacity, and grit… he would face challenges, and he would suffer, and from his suffering, he would claw out a victory by the skin of his teeth.

He would have fellow geniuses who would compete with him on his journey, they would inspire him, he would fall in love, conquer the great threat facing existence, and all would love him… Andar was perfect… the perfect freak.

Rowan had no equal. Every step he took crossed countless gulfs. He would not struggle for many Eras to comprehend a reality-destroying technique, in his battle against one of his greatest foes, he had weakened himself just to gain a title. He was a monstrous freak, one that would scare those who knew him.

'So, I have to make myself better than Andar, and less than myself in their eyes.' Sigh… 'This is so very irritating, but it is all for a good cause I suppose.'

It would have been better if he had told the old man that he had not succeeded yet, and found a way to do other things and then as a few thousand years go by, revealed that he had mastered the Supreme circle, but that would leave him stuck inside the Tenebris armor for longer than he was comfortable with.

The truth was that he was always going to shock them. Old Man Seed believed he needed tens of millions of years at the least in order to succeed. Rowan could not bear to twiddle his thumbs for such an extended period of time just to appear harmless, to be a lovable freak.

The cat was already out of the bag and he could not swallow back his words. A part of him understood this position and knew he could only push forward, he guessed he had to find out their threshold for miracles, after all, did they not all emerge from such a land?

This meant no matter what he chose to reveal, he would already be regarded as a freak, the only thing was to find that sweet spot, and let them be wary of his talent, but not enough for them to be afraid to the extent that they might choose to kill him.

Rowan had not forgotten his vision or potential, he was not just going to become a Primordial, he would be exceeding that level. He was a threat to every Primordial in existence, and he had the potential to be that threat. Elura and Old Man Seed were children of Primordials, their Wills seeped deep into their bodies. Even if they did not want to, if they knew that a growing threat against their Primogenitor was in their midst, they would suffocate Rowan in his crib.

Rowan sighed and plunged into his consciousness, and although there were massive changes inside his dimension, he did not investigate them at this time, instead, his mind traveled to the edges of his mental space, where nine streams of nebulous gray fog could be found.

Like massive rivulets, these nine lines of fog were massive, each stretching for millions of light years, and when he pulled back his consciousness, he saw that they encircled his entire dimension.

From afar it was as if there were nine gray rings encircling his dimension; they reminded him of the rings of Saturn, a small world in his previous universe, but instead of one ring, there were nine of them.

These nine rings vibrated with potential, each of them was still unawakened, and they sang to him with an unmatched level of power that was simply awe-inspiring, this was the sign that heralded the beginning of a new Era, inside his Mental Space was the sublimation of the Supreme Era and it was…glorious.

Once again the feeling that he was about to create great changes in reality that was far ahead of his apparent power level came over him.

The feats he was capable of were beyond nearly all mortals and immortals, and he was about to create great changes in all of reality simply for making a minor bit of effort.

His consciousness touched the first ring of fog and outside his body, a massive change occurred.

A nebulous ring of fog appeared around his body with a total circumference of about seven meters, and with a dull thump everything was pushed away from within the ring, leaving Rowan's surroundings free of even air.

An invisible pillar of energy erupted from his position that blasted into space and the earth beneath, leaving Rowan hovering in the air above a thirty-foot-deep crater and the clouds churning as if a meteor had just torn its way through them.

Old Man Seed's domain began to tremble as dark clouds covered with a purple glow began to surge from the East, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and shaking his domain to its foundation, a loud sound erupted from Rowan's position carrying a powerful shockwave, and intense heat that transformed the picturesque landscape of this dimension to one of ash and darkness.

Rowan's eyes were closed so he had not fully observed what was happening around him, he was only feeling an intense sense of relief as if a burden he was carrying was suddenly being shared by the world. His consciousness surged forward and touched the second circle of fog.

Outside his body, a calamity descended, but the immediate surroundings around Rowan were tranquil, an observer would almost call it sacred.

Nothing could touch him, not even particles that were smaller than atoms, and although his surroundings had been deprived of every single particle, even light, and should have been dark, it was the opposite and it was filled with light.

The ring of fog stretched for another seven meters as a second ring joined it, hovering a few inches above the first ring.