The Primordial Record
chapter-561

It was said that Erohim stayed outside the home of the Ancestor for a long period but his plea for help received no response, yet he did not give up and continued to beg for mercy for his people who were suffering unimaginable anguish at the hands of his father.

His plea was so frequent and loud that some of the dwellers in the home of the Ancestors became annoyed at his antics, especially one of them… A talking TeaCup.

This TeaCup took away the voice of Erohim so that it could no longer reach the home of the Ancestors and Erohim on the verge of despair noticed something inside that TeaCup—Starlight.

Erohim had few body parts left to him, but he still had his mouth, after all, he could not plead for help without the aid of that organ, and when the TeaCup was not paying attention, he had sucked and drained away the starlight contained inside it, and escaped.

There was no mention of what happened to the TeaCup after that, and at that time, Rowan did not find the details of this TeaCup to have any meaningful significance, and he never queried for further information.

The Starlight stolen from the TeaCup had contained nothing but knowledge. With this Knowledge, the doors to Eternity were opened to Erohim and every ability that a god could ever understand was granted to him.

With this new knowledge, Erohim created a powerful warrior from the remnants of his heart, and he sent this warrior into the world to fight the monsters his father had unleashed on the people.

The warrior was supremely powerful wielding both Divine Might and Heavenly Flames, and from all corners of the land, he gathered what was left of the people and began a great campaign against his father and the monsters he had unleashed.

The war was long and hard with heroic sacrifices and mighty feats of valor, their enemies were powerful, but the warrior he created from his heart was mighty, and Erohim prevailed and defeated his father and his monsters with the aid of this warrior.

Rowan also saw another detail he had brushed aside at the beginning; it was this warrior. He had missed it before, but this warrior was different from Erohim. He was nameless but was granted great power, and essentially although it was said that it was Erohim who won the war, the truth was that the accolades belonged to this warrior.

'I will need to revisit the archives of Jarkarr.' Rowan thought, 'In my ignorant dismissal of this story I have missed many important clues along the way.'

Erohim did not stop after winning the war, with the stolen knowledge he took the remnants of his blood and used it to heal his mother, drawing her away from the jaws of death.

'This so-called healing blood, was it all used up after this process or was it like the warrior, something that was pushed to the side after achieving its purpose?'

Yet the happiness Erohim had anticipated after winning the war and resurrecting his mother did not last, for his mother upon waking up and catching sight of the deeds of Orum fell into a despair so deep it broke what was left of her soul, condemning her to a true death.

Orum, witnessing the ultimate result of his action had fled to the farthest corners of the universe, where he hid himself in shame and darkness.

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At the start, when Rowan heard this story and the memory that came with it, he had not taken it too seriously, he had seen a relation between Orum and his father, and Erohim which he assigned to himself, fuelled by the locals's way of thinking, as they had all called him Erohim.

Rowan now realized his critical reasoning error, if he did not place himself in the shoes of Erohim, and did not make Orum to be similar to his father, what lessons or truths was this story trying to tell him?

He had thought this story was a bit strange, but knowing the way the universe worked, stories like this were a dime a dozen.

Yet what was truly important about this story was the TeaCup that Erohim drank from and was given power, that TeaCup was the same that contained the blood drop where the Reflection of his father was spawned.

This TeaCup was the same as the one in those weird visions and on his Spirit Matrix Gate, he would be stupid if he considered all these a coincidence. Suddenly he burst into laughter, "After all your bluster and self-aggrandization Father, you are nothing but a Reflection hiding in a fucking TeaCup!"

He settled down as quickly as he had just erupted and analyzed the story a bit more deeply.

What if the Erohim present on Jarkarr was different from the Erohim in the stories? According to this story Erohim had taken the starlight from the Teacup and gained knowledge, but what was contained inside this TeaCup was not knowledge but the Reflection of his father!

Rowan knew the true method his father had infiltrated the universe, he had clawed his way for countless eternities until one day he succeeded in bringing a portion of himself inside it. Rowan had seen this process during the time he slumbered.

Was it possible that the true reason his father could enter the universe was a certain "Erohim" drank from this "TeaCup" anticipating that he would be given knowledge, for a time, maybe that was the case, but he had also swallowed a scorpion alongside it, in the form of his father.

"I need the true history of Trion…" Rowan muttered to himself, he needed more information to fit this puzzle altogether, and the quickest method was via Andar and the Ancient Library.

The space ahead of him began to vibrate, drawing his attention to what lay beyond the shattered Spirit Matrix Gate, and Rowan left his speculations behind for now, it was time to claim the power beyond the gate, but first, it was time to take care of the greedy eyes watching him all these while.

"Have you seen enough, Bug?"

A voice like a billion pieces of rusted metal rubbing together entered directly into his consciousness,

"Trrchh… We believe… trrcchh… We do… Srcchhrrh…. Sacrifice your shell to our Eminence, and we shall… Srrcchhhr… accept it, in good faith."