The Primordial Record

Chapter 1190: A Bargain

Rowan's blazing golden soul eyes were the only thing that could be seen in his Ascended body and he spoke slowly, every words carrying weight, he kept his mind free, allowing the knowledge and instinct he had gathered over the years to guide him, he could not plan against the Eye, it would easily see through him, the only chance he had was chaos, ordered chaos.

"If you know anything about me," Rowan said, "then you should know that everything you say to me will not work, for I will never believe your words, only a fool or a coward would do such a thing, I am neither of those things."

The presence rippled and a sigh came from it, "Unfortunately for me and you, I know this to be true, but I still know there is only one method that can make you see reason... I have come to bargain with you."

The Eye paused as if waiting for a reply, getting none, continued speaking,

"This bargain is something that is clear and without deceit, at this moment there is no greater truth that can occur between us."

"What is the bargain?" Rowan asked,

"My Anima for your complete victory in this realm. I shall not interfere in your matters, I will even aid you three times if you call upon my name, and my favors are not light. All your objectives will be accomplished, and you shall leave on your way to become a Primordial of your choosing. These are my terms, what do you say?"

Rowan chuckled incredulously, it was almost as if he could not believe what he had just heard, but this was all an act, "I will say reveal yourself, I am not in the habit of talking to faceless shadows... it reminds me of bad memories."

This seem to throw off the Eye for a bit before it laughed as well, and the darkness where only a gleaming set of teeth resided was dispersed, revealing the figure that the Eye was wearing, and Rowan recognized him instantly.

Even if the face was incredibly pale and held a smile that never reached the eyes, and those eyes... looking at it for any length of time would be dangerous to even a higher dimensional entity for there were secrets of antiquity written on every layer of it, and those layers were endless.

Rowan flinched, his heavy armored body nearly toppling backwards, this time it was not an act,

"Noah Rithmast?..."

"In the flesh,"

The pale man bowed, but the sight was disturbing because when he bowed it was not using the natural joints in his waist but by letting his stomach cave in with a sickening crunch, and his spine was bent in the middle at almost a ninety degree angle, it was as if the Eye knew of all the traditions of mortals and the understanding of the structures of the flesh but it could not be bothered to perfectly replicate them, everything here was a facade, and this body was just a suit.

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When Rowan had crash landed into this realm, although much of his perception was locked inside the rocky egg, he still had enough of them that he could notice the mortal who had found his place of descent, an Explorer who could be killed with a single look from him.

This mortal did not draw much of his attention, and when the Ascendants came for him, he had seen him among their number, but that was all he could recollect of him.

Due to the fact that Rowan's dimension was split into roughly four parts, his memories were also missing sections that would finally be completed when he regained every part of himself. For a being of his power this should not have been the case, even if he had only a small portion of himself left, he should still be able to slowly access all portions of his memory, although Rowan had not reached the higher dimension, his bloodlines were so powerful that some of their features were unique only to those at the higher dimension. His memory alone was similar to the Memory/Mind of the sixth dimension, meaning he should have been able to access everything he knew, even if he was reduced to an atom.

This was what furthered Rowan's belief that in the moment he entered Doom Star he had also triggered the Tribulations for his Supreme Circles, because he was sure this was the only force that could not only suppress his dimension to such a state that the realm had been able to easily warp his dimensional body, it had also suppressed his memories, one of his greatest source of strength.

He knew of the broad strokes about the events that took place in the battle before he was killed, but he did not know of the little details, like how he came to lost the Eye, how this feeble Explorer was able to survive and in the end became possessed by it... so many things that he could not understand and this was his greatest weakness, and the Eye obviously knew it, but Rowan would be allowing this weakness to become significant.

The Eye may have him on a backfoot, but it had also unknowingly given Rowan valuable resources that he did not know he had access to, and that was the Anima of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

When Rowan had gained access to the bloodline of Time he had been shown a vision, but first he had seen an Anima of the Primordial of Time and Evil. Appearing on top of its purple hand and viewing that shell was one of the most unforgettable experiences he had.

Before now he had thought the Anima was a part of his vision, or simply a driver that could take him to the depths of history so he could see how the higher dimensions were created from the body of Time, but he never had any idea that he could still access the Anima anytime he wanted as the Eye was suggesting, he had not even considered if that was an option.

Rowan did not show it on his face, but his excitement had ramped up from a zero to a thousand. Unlike the Eye of the Primordial that had been filled with his foul Will, the Anima was simply an empty shell, powerful beyond reason and would most likely corrupt anyone who would dare to possess it, but if there was any one who had any chance to do such a thing, that would be him.

Possessing the Anima of a Demon Prince all those years ago was nothing compared to the power he could gain if he could possess the Anima of a Primordial. The thought in itself was almost madness.

The problem was that Rowan had no idea how to return to that place where he had seen the Anima, but he was beginning to rapidly search for the road to get there, however, before that time, he needed to play his part well,

"Do you think me a fool?" Rowan growled, "You want me to give up an emperor's crown for a beggar's clothes. How is that a fair term?"

The smile on the face of Noah Rithmast had never faded, "I said it is a term, I never said it would be fair."

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