The Primordial Record
chapter-947

Rowan had plans to spread his wine to a lot of individuals for him to properly understand its full purpose but if it could be easily detected then he would have to change the method he used in disseminating this wine, but still he wanted to know how this hidden trait was discovered.

His curiosity burning, Rowan asked, "If that wine is poison, it was never my intention, it was only to provide a benefit for those who brought me valuable information about this higher dimension."

This was the truth, Rowan had never intended to unlock a hidden ability of Ambrosia, the Aether generated by the city of Sheol, and he knew that this old man would be easily able to detect the truth in his words.

The old man sighed, "I know that you don't need to, but you have to understand that for someone like you and I, sometimes our intentions are meaningless, only the act itself speaks for us. There is something of the Old ones inside you, which should not be expected even though your body is brimming with their bloodline, a reflection of the moon is not the moon itself,"

"but somehow you still manage to shine as bright as the original in a manner. Ridiculous, and yet there is no Will bounding you to their position, so strange… If Elura wanted to create a weapon, she created one that was far too perfect, it is unlike her not to leave a flaw, and yet I still wonder, would she even be able to leave a flaw in someone like you?"

"I do not ask for your secrets, we are all entitled to keep them, and it is a challenge to unearth them by myself, a challenge that I know I will succeed at in the end, nevertheless it does not stop me from wondering after putting my mind to it, what is the end goal for your existence? I believe I have only seen a small part of what you hold and this astonishes me. How can something like you with so much potential be allowed to have a life? How did Elura not bind you tighter to her cause before you left the ignorance of the lower realm?"

Rowan looked at this old man, away from Elura his demeanor had changed, in front of his daughter he was a brash and obnoxious old man, quick to judgment and ever willing to dispense with harsh words at a moment's notice, but here, he almost felt… fragile.

This man had seen much of his nature than Elura, and he had taken them away from his mother's sight, perhaps to the only place in all of creation where they could not be spied on, and Rowan decided to take a leap of faith and trust this old man to an extent. To find real answers, he might need to open up about some parts of him.

He paused before he brought out a shiny green orb, it was the Eld Seed that contained Aetherium energy, "She did. Inside this orb is a million years of my memories that had been taken from me. A greater part of my existence, and I know not what it contains, although I believe most of it would be unpleasant, but it is mine, not discounting the opportunity to acquire Aetherium, which I am told is very precious, and in a previous battle I fought, this energy would have served me well."

Rowan sighed, "This should give me nothing but benefits, right? But just the same way you did not drink that wine, I am sure you know that it is poison. This orb should fulfill my most pressing need, but it is still poisonous. Even though on the surface there should be no reason to refuse such a great gift."

The old man looked at Rowan in a new light, and he smiled, "Aetherium is indeed precious, and your mother went above her power and gave you an unbounded Aetherium, something that is beyond precious. I know what you fear Romion, I see your bloodlines are untainted by the Wills of the Primes, but you should know that the Eld Seed you hold is unbounded and that makes it an incredibly precious asset, and yet, you are also right, it is poisonous."

The old man shook his head in apparent fascination, "It is no wonder Elura underestimated you. In the creation of this Seed of Aetherium, she had to have used a lot of untapped memories of her Shade, creating various blind spots in her knowledge of you. It should not have been a problem if you had ingested the Aetherium, but you did not. So you did get your instincts from me… hahaha, this is good. I knew there must be something good from selecting that bloodline power above all else."

Rowan was quiet in contemplation as he also perused through his dimension, and he waved his hand, manifesting dozens of various types of wines. Inside his dimension, a healthy society had bloomed, with vast and diverse cultures, food and so many new things being created every day.

It was a simple thing to reach into it and sample all the best wines created and bring the ones he judged were the most promising to the old man. Rowan was positive that in all of creation, these wines may not stand up to the top 1000s, but they were unique.

The old man's eyes lit up as he took one jug and in a stunning move, opened his mouth wide and threw it in, then he started to chew, jug and all..

Rowan's left eye twitched, even though some of the wines had been bottled for thousands of years and the container contained quite potent flavors, it still felt excessive,

"Hey, old man, you have not introduced yourself to me. I don't think I should keep referring to you as just an old man in my head."

Throwing another bottle of wine in his mouth and chewing, the old man raised an eyebrow, "why not? It is not as if I am not a male, and am I not old? You should have other greater things to worry about, but I understand the need for a name… let's see, one of my first and favorite was Seed, you can call me Old Man Seed, yes, I like that name."

Rowan rolled his eyes and remained silent watching as the space they were traveling zoomed faster and faster, it was a shame that his first excursion into the past was so lackluster, but he knew he had to lay low for the moment, to distract himself from the seemingly endless monotony he asked,

"Why was there such a harsh response the moment I stepped into the Land of Miracles?"

"How could there not be?" the old man sniffed, "You brought the power of a lower dimension to a higher one, and although you kept your Will hidden, it still operates using the same fundamental power source every dimension shares."

Rowan coughed and he asked a question that he was not aware he needed to ask in the first place, "Old man Seed, what powers a Dimension?"

The old man grinned and spread his hands wide in a flourish, "Nothing!"

Rowan sighed and rubbed his brows.