The Primordial Record

Chapter 1581: Gate Of Madness (final)

Rowan wanted to punch this Primordial in the face, like a child slowly bringing an insect closer to an open flame; Primordial Chaos was clearly enjoying slowly teasing out his so-called truths for as long as he could get away with it.

This was someone who clearly enjoyed the sound of their voice, and for all the talk of omnipotence, he had become a being who had long become used to excesses.

In his heart, Rowan made a solemn vow that one day, he would allow Primordial Chaos to know the true meaning of fear.

It was easy to stand above it all and play with the fate of everyone below them when nothing could touch the Primordials. If he ever needed any inspiration for why he should never stop on this journey, it was the sound of Primordial Chaos’s voice as he enjoyed the Chaos they had sowed in Reality.

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A hissing crackle emerged from the chest of Primordial Chaos as his lungs collapsed into a sludge; his torso was filled with nothing but Pain. The intestines around his feet mainly had evaporated into red mist, and slowly, only bones were left, alongside two bulging eyes.

“Reality, your Reality is young Rowan, and it is not the first. You do not need to pretend that you are not shocked; somewhere inside you, there must have been the suspicion that there is something more. You have seen Limbo, and so you know that there is more outside of this place, even if you have no way of confirming this speculation in your heart. We, the Primordials, have been to many Realities. What talents have we not seen, and what wars have we not fought? What unique creatures have we not killed?”

Rowan leaned back and looked at Primordial Chaos, “Is this the true meaning you wanted to tell me? I thought you wanted to say something much deeper. As you said, these are all the things I could have speculated from my growth from a single universe to the higher dimensional realms.”

He was shocked to know that Reality was not alone, but there was no way he would tell Chaos that he was. It was almost too easy to convince himself that Reality was all there was and the Primordials were forces outside of it—the polar opposites of Reality. But he was wrong.

There were other Realities inside Limbo, and the Primordials had preyed on them for who knew how long. Rowan had suspected that Reality might not be the only place like it in Limbo, but it was horrifying to finally acknowledge the truth that Reality, as he knew it, was not the first to fall under the influence of the Primordials.

Their sins were unfathomable. Or this monster could be lying, and Reality was unique.

Primordial Chaos wheezed in laughter, “What greater truth than this can there be? Since the beginning of this Reality, I can tell you sincerely that you are the only individual inside of it who knows there are other Realities outside this one. Your meager experiences are nothing before the true face of infinity.”

“if that is the case,” Rowan smiled, “why are all of you imprisoned in this Reality, fighting amongst yourselves like headless beasts? Why dwell on one when there are many outside of this place? Is it because you can’t, or perhaps you are all much weaker than you claim to be?”

“BOOM!!!”

Rowan was smashed against his throne, his bones were crushed, and he was nearly flattened; ninety-nine percent of his life force was smashed to pieces as Primordial Chaos rose from his throne and pointed a finger at Rowan,

“Look at you, a writhing, sentient stain upon the fabric of nothing. You invented meaning because the void laughed at your insignificance, and you should kneel and worship me because I took pleasure in exploring the meaning that you created.”

Gasping with shock and pain at the intense assault, Rowan struggled to speak, expecting a response like this, but it did not mean that he would be stopping his words,

“Admit it, Chaos, you all are thieves, and your hands are trapped in the cookie jar. You do not know how to create; you only steal, kill, and destroy. Yet, I can help you break through the glass, or you can drown with the rest.”

The pressure on him multiplied, and Rowan’s throne was crushed to pieces; this dimension was shattered, and only an unknown Will held it together as Primordial Chaos screamed his rage into every fiber of Rowan’s being,

“I AM THE FIRST HUNGER, THE TEETH IN THE DARK BETWEEN STARS. I GNASH THE BONES OF WORLDS, SUCK THE MARROW FROM TIME. YOU ARE A FLICKER—A SPARK I WILL SWALLOW BEFORE IT FADES. REALITY CRUMBLES LIKE ROTTEN FRUIT IN MY JAWS. TASTE YOUR OWN OBLIVION AS I DEVOUR THE STAGE YOU CALL EXISTENCE. THE VOID WHISPERS YOUR NAME… AND I AM ITS ANSWER.”

Despite this, Rowan still struggled to laugh, “And yet, you will listen to me because I can give you what you want.”

“INSECT, HOW CAN YOU COMPREHEND WHAT I WANT?”

“That answer is simple. You want to win, and I can give you your victory. I can give you a Primordial Beast.”

“OH, WHY WOULD I WANT A PRIMORDIAL BEAST.”

“Because your armies are incomplete, and your bloodlines are missing its core.”

There was silence for a long time, and Primordial Chaos screamed, and eternity was his voice. Rowan endured the seemingly endless calamity because he knew that he had won this confrontation,

“HOW DARE YOU DICTATE WHAT I NEED. I WILL CRUSH YOUR REALITY BETWEEN MY TEETH LIKE ROTTEN FRUIT AND LET YOU WATCH AS YOUR LOVED ONES SCREAM THEMSELVES INTO SILENCE. THEIR FINAL MOMENTS WILL TASTE SWEETEST, AND YOU WILL LAY AWAKE IN THE DARK LONG AFTER, KNOWING NONE OF IT EVER MATTERED. YOU ARE NOT EVEN A MEAL—YOU ARE A CRUMB, AND I AM THE FEAST THAT NEVER ENDS.”

Rowan groaned, a weak voice barely above a whisper, and replied, “Am I wrong?”

“YOU HAVE ONLY ONE CHANCE TO PROVE YOURSELF TO ME.”

“I will not ask for a second. Follow me.”

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